My Chemical Romance

Chapter One

My Chemical Romance

About Me

I'm Charlotte Robertson. But everyone calls me Charlie, or the Cat. I am 17 years old, about to start my senior, and final, year at school. My birthday is October the 31st, amazingly. All Hallows Eve is my night. And its awesome every year.

I am studying Music, Chemistry, Biology, English and History. I am around 5'4, with long strawberry blonde hair, reaching just past my bum, with brilliant blue eyes and olive skin. I don’t wear make up, I have my own kind of fashion and to be honest, I don’t give a shit about what people think of me.

I have my own friends, a fair few of them. I'll introduce them later. But for now, I’ll tell you about my family. I have no family. I had a twin brother, his name was Kyle. I had a mother and a father, but my mum died during child birth, and my father died of a broken heart. They obviously loved each other very much. So, I am an orphan. Even my grand parents are dead; on both sides. My brother died of a brain tumor when he was 3, so I never really got to know him. He was 30 seconds older then me.

So I live with my foster mum. I have been with her since I was 1. She also took in Kyle until he died. My foster mum’s name is Naomi, but I call her ‘mum’. Because that is what she is to me. I have spent the past 16 years with her, and am going to spend more. Naomi could easily be mistaken for my mum, or my older sister. She had short, messy blonde hair, sky blue eyes and an amazing smile. She took me in when she was nineteen. She worked at the local hospital, an intern. Pretty young, I know, but she is super smart. She is now a doctor, with a PhD in Brain Sciences. Once again, a major feat.

Anyways, she was there when our past foster family brought in Kyle for some treatment. You could tell they were stressing and wanted Kyle out of their hands, but luckily, Naomi was eager to look after us. The transfer papers went through, and all of a sudden Kyle and I had a vibrant, bubbly, active foster mother who looked after us so well, despite her hours at the hospital. We just sat in the crèche, Kyle playing with the cars on the leg race track, and me reading to the best of my abilities.

Even though I didn’t understand what had happened when Kyle didn’t come home one day, I knew that Naomi was extremely upset. So, we sat up all night and watched Disney movies, eating Smarties and Pop Corn. She didn’t go to work the next day, the day she explained my brother was dead. To be honest, I think it was easier to handle life and death when you are younger, then older. It gives you so much more time to mature and become used the idea. Either way, I still miss the fact that I could have had a brother. Sometimes it is a little lonely. Now, enough about me, I should get back to my story.