It Was No Accident

Chapter 1

Prologue

   The day of dad's funeral.  I never thought I would face it for another fifty years.  The whole family is gathered around, which isn't much but at least some of them are here and it comforts me to know that he's in a better place.  Some people cry, some people hold back the tears, but I just stare blankly unaware of everything that's happening, I'm numb to the situation.

    As I look down into the six foot hole, I watch him go down in the casket.  People say I'm crazy, people say I shouldn't even be watching this all happen because I'm only fourteen, but I know that I want to remember every last part of his existence.  I look over to my aunt and uncle who are trying not cry, I see the two people who will be taking care of me for the next four years...and that's alright.  

Chapter 1 

---Five Years Later---

My lunch break was pretty nice. I had enough money to go somewhere nice, so I went to a steakhouse. Working at a recording studio in LA, believe it or not, doesn’t pay very well especially considering I’m only a senior in high school.

 When I get back from lunch, I walk in the door and see Jake recording the band that was scheduled for today. I don’t really know their name; all I know is that we’re recording a song of theirs that has to be finished by today. Jake likes to joke around but I find it annoying sometimes. Like right now. I can see he’s in the middle of an important live recording and he mutes the sound to the music just to piss them off. We only have an hour left to record this song which isn’t very long at all.

“Jake, come on. We need to get this done! Do you want to get fired? I don’t,” I say.

“Adam, calm down. I’m just having a little fun.”

“Yeah, I know. But we only have an hour left to finish recording this song.” I push the speaker button down, “Sorry guys, we’re going to have to do a retake.”

The band had looked super confused when Jake turned their microphones off—it was funny but I’m still mad at him for it. Now they all look irritated, I just hope they don’t sign off the deal we gave them—the recording deal that is worth twenty grand.

“And playback!” I yell as I start the track to the song.

By the time we’re done recording it’s almost five, almost time for me to go home.

“Hey, Adam, there’s a party tonight atTaylor’s house if you want to come,” said Jake.

I would like to go to a party considering I haven’t been out much lately, but I don’t have a car at the moment because it’s been booted. People are stupid, let me just tell you, especially cops. I got a boot on my car for parking it on a red line for five minutes. I went into the post office just to drop something off and then come back out.  When I came back out there was a boot on my car and a ticket on the window. What really ticked me off the most is that the ticket was eighty-dollars! The line was so faded that you would need a magnifying glass just to see it was there. I ended up taking the bus that day, which took forever.

“Sorry, can’t go. I have a boot on my car,” I say.

“You can ride with me. I’m taking Mike and Dylan anyway,” Jake says.

Mike and Dylan…now they’re quite the two. Mike is super smart and always knows how to think. He’s going to a huge college right now and making lots of money.  Dylan on the other hand is a complete stoner. Every day he has to have some sort of alcoholic drink to make him feel better, it’s ridiculous. I think he does it because he’s always so stressed out about everything. He’s been trying to find a job ever since he graduated from high school, but no one would ever hire him because he has always failed the drug test. He lives with his parents—it’s actually kind of sad, he’s a cool guy and everything. He just needs to get his life straight.