'Chelsea Dagger' by The Fratellis blasted out of my speakers as I drummed along on my desk, I know I should be doing homework but I get quite easily distracted especially by rock and roll, most kids my age like Rap, which I do of course like, I'm a British 12 year old if I didn't like it id be a complete social outcast, not that I'm exactly a social butterfly either. I just sort of take it for granted that I have two friends and I always will have, I'm okay with that. I couldn't wish for two better friends; they are called Sam and Elle. Sam is tall, like really tall he's only 12 as well but is already 6-foot-tall when I first arrived at High School, I thought that he was one of the older kids that had to help us out, he wasn't too pleased. Doubly unfortunate for him was that he was skinny, very skinny, so he looked like a twig with a tiny leaf for a head and for branches for limbs. Elle was a short, stupid yet lovable girl who could make you smile just by looking at you but also make you feel like you are being torn apart internally with a simple stare, a stare I have been on the receiving end of far too many times. I was an average height, slightly fat, very smart but not the best at social interaction or talking to girls, other than Elle, but it wasn't exactly like the girls were lining up to date the fat, freckly, nerdy, ugly, curly-haired, specky, ginger kid with the wonky eye, I was nicknamed the Wotsit. As the song finished I heard a call from my older brother, Jake, telling me that dinner was ready so to come downstairs, turning my music off I hear my little sister, Milly, open her door and start going downstairs but there was no noise from my younger, by three minutes, sisters room so as I leave my room I quickly look into Selena's room to see her talking to her self while her phone sat on the desk filming her, I realised she was filming a vine so, as a good big brother should, I start dancing in the background,, I continued to do this for a solid minute and half until she went to check what she had filmed at which point I turned and stood quietly waiting for her to notice walk out of her door and then.
"Boo," I screamed as she stepped out of her room, sending her into a jumping screaming frenzy for a moment before she regained composure and started to hit me in the arm. I run downstairs to escape her anger and quickly hide behind Jake and wait for Selena to get Mum on her side because she does every single time. My mother is called Sarah and is an accountant for my father's law firm, Richard and Richards' he owns it along with my godfather Richard, no points for guessing my surname. My mother and father have been together for 18 years, my mum has thick blond hair and giant blue eyes that look like the colour of the Chelsea kit, God save Jose Mourinho, and my father had thick brown hair and green eyes, yet somehow I have ginger hair one brown eye and one red eye- somehow. My brother was a spitting image of my father just a bit smaller and a bit more muscular, he was coincidentally born nine months after my parents' wedding night just two weeks before mine and Selena's. Selena had my father's eyes and my mother's hair, whereas Molly had my father's hair colour and my mother's eyes. We were all split by five years, with Jake having just started year 12 of school, whilst I and Selena had only just started year 12 of life being in year 7 of school and finally Molly being in year 7 of life and year 2 of life. As Mum comes round the corner I see that Selena is nowhere to be seen I assume that this means the situation is diffused so I step out from behind my hiding place only to be tackled to the ground by Selena, I say tackled to the ground I mean tackled into the wall straight under a light which then bursts sending tiny pieces of glass into my skin.
Ow.
The next hour is spent with Mum taking each induvial piece out from me and Selena I had more, a lot more. Once done we sat down and I messaged to Selena using Morse Code not to worry about it, because I could see from across the table that she was beating herself up about it. We started using Morse Code when we were nine and found a poster with how to do each letter on it. I and Selena used to be incredibly close but since we started High School, she has been spending time with the popular kids especially this one boy Drew, who in their right mind names their child a verb in the past tense and isn't American. Ever since then she has been too popular to hang with her brother, the Wotsit. It was a very regular dinner with the regular chatter but there was a slightly nervous atmosphere due to the flickering light in the corner, after dinner, we went to the lounge at which point normality was returned as Strictly was put on the telly. At nine I was ready for bed, so I bid them farewell and left. Just as I was leaving my mum asked me a question that shook me to my complete and utter core.
"Have you done your homework?" She asked I was worried she knew she definitely knew that I hadn't done any, oh no oh no oh no.
"Yeah." I lied. She nodded. I am a criminal mastermind; she didn't suspect a thing. Mission success.
I slipped into bed and smiled to myself about my devious antics. I awoke not even bothering to open my eyes, not yet I had had a horrible dream that night that I had been kidnaped that night and brought to a facility, but I couldn't remember any of it after that. I opened my eyes to grab my glasses and realised instantaneously, this wasn't my bedroom, this wasn't my house. Where on earth was I?
