You broke your promise.

Chapter 1: New Boy

I slump over to my desk with my calendar. April 23, 2014. Lovely. I shake the feeling of dread wash over me, I walk to my closest and dress for school. After that's done I walk downstairs, everyone except my dad looks like today wasn't the anniversary of my older brother murdering his fiancé.
"Sleep well Layla?" My mother asks. I shrug my shoulders. She didn't get it, she didn't see him shove the knife into her, she didn't have to put the handcuffs on him. Then there's my little brother, Tommy. He isn't even one yet, he's adorable. He doesn't even know Jeff exists, so it's not his fault. I don't bother with breakfast today, I just mumble a finale goodbye to my parents and brother. I grab my keys and walk out. I sigh as I unlock my car, I get in and drive to school. When I get there I get out of the car, everyone instantly looks to me. Living in a tiny town in Northern California has its downsides, like no one forgetting that you're the one who put your brother away for life because you saw him murder his fiancé. I see Brandi, I wave but she just glares. I'm the town freak now, everyone thinks I'll snap like my brother. Ever since that day Brandi hasn't spoken a word to me, she blames me, saying I could've done something. There was no way that fifteen year old me could overpower my twenty year old brother. But still, I lost my brother and my two best friends, all in one day. I run my fingers through my hair and walk to my locker, the words "Murder Girl" has been permanently stained on my locker door for the past month, the principle offered for me to switch lockers but I declined, I wasn't going to show weakness. Jeff always called me his stubborn little monkey. I look down, feeling tears sting my eyes, I wipe my tears and sigh.
"You alright there? Why did someone write that?" I hear a new voice. I look over and see a boy about six foot standing against the empty locker next to mine.
"Are you new?" I ask, he nods.
"Daniel Carmichael" He holds his hand out and smiles.
"Layla Jennings...." I say hesitantly, shaking his hand. This has to be a prank, there is no way this boy would willingly be talking to me, new or not.
"So, 'Murder Girl' why does everyone call you that? I've had about five different girls tell me to stay away from Murder Girl. What did you do? Murder someone?" He laughs, it seems like he honestly doesn't know what happened.
"No. But my brother did. I saw it happen." I say as if it was nothing. His eyes immediately snap to my face, feeling guilty and pity.
"I'm so sorry, I had no idea. No one told me what happened" He sighs. I shrug.
"Used to it. Everyone calls me Murder Girl. They think I'll snap like my brother did."
"What happened? I mean.... What did you see?" He says as he opens his locker.
"Maybe I'll tell you one day, New Boy." I say as I close my locker and walk away, a grin on my face.