Looking out of the window I saw the tress shaking in the soft breeze. The leaves were crackling as the softness reached each point. My sister Betsy and my dog Zoe were playing outside. That wonderful smile that filled her face made me cringe. I was moving to the city. I was scared. I was hopeless. I was going to miss my friends and my grandmother, Jeana. I wish my father would not have gotten the job. He is a doctor. To be more precise, he is a cancer doctor.

"It's time to go kids!" my father yelled. I grabbed my remaining bag and walked out of the house. My grandmother was standing there holding a batch of cookies. I gladly took a handful and hopped into the car. While putting my earbuds in, I could hear my 3 siblings getting inside as well. Brandon, my brother who is 19, sat next to me. Betsy, who is 9 years old, got into the back. My cousins Avery and Joel got in to the back as well. Next, my father handed Tony to me. Tony is my 2 year old brother, and let me tell you, I HATE HIS GUTS!

Let me tell you about my life. My name is Jackson Lucas Brewer, but call me Jack. I am 15 years old and I live, or I guess lived, in Denver, Colorado. I have an older brother named Brandon, who was 4 when I was born. Brandon was always a good kid and an A+ student. I remember when he would change my diaper when I was 2 years old. Now, Brandon is an alcoholic who has sex with every girl he meets. Brandon was my age when he got his first girlfriend, Zanay. Zanay was goth and super scary. Ever since they had dated, Brandon doesn't go to school, he doesn't care about anyone, but himself, and he is cruel and stupid. My little sister Betsy is nine years old. Betsy is one of the sweetest and most caring girls a guy could have in his life. Betsy loves everyone and everything, and she would never hurt a fly. Then, there is Tony. You are probably wondering why I hate him so much! Well here is my story:

It was August 19, 2012. My mother was on bed rest because she was pregnant. I remember my father working late that night, and I was in charge of Betsy. We decided to go to the state carnival and play. At the time, I was only 13 and Betsy was only 7. Brandon decided to stay at home and have sex with his girlfriend, Josie. Now, I actually didn't ask if he wanted to come along. But by the time I had gotten to his bedroom door,I heard moaning and screaming, so I decided to just forget about him! I mean it's not like he wasn't having his own fun. Anyways, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm already grossed out about saying that kind of stuff.

I remember walking to the carnival and riding all of the fun rides with my sister. While walking home, a fire truck and ambulance rushed by us. I was just thinking that it was another Death Bridge experience. You see, there is a bridge called the Hain Bridge (A/N: BTW I live in Colorado, and there is no such thing as Hain Bridge) but everyone calls it the Death Bridge because so many people commit suicide over it. Anyways, when Betsy and I reached the corner of our block, we saw great big shadows of flames. I looked down the row of houses and saw the only house that I hoped wasn't burning down... It was 984 Goldstone Dr. Or in other words, My house! My father saw us and ran towards us in a hurry.

"Dad, where's mom? Is she ok? How's the baby? Are you ok? Are Brandon and Josie ok? What happened? Why is our house on fire? What started it?" I asked frantically.

"Chill son. Mom is still inside the house and the firefighters are saving her right now. We are hoping that she is ok and the baby as well, but because of all the smoke,the baby may not make it! I'm just fine, and so are Brandon and Josie, but you should see what they look like right now!" he said chuckling, then went back to talking. "I don't know how the fire started, I just got home about 10 minutes ago!"

"Oh! Well I want to see mom. I want my mom!" I yelled towards my dad. I could feel water dripping down my cheeks in a rush to get to my jawbone.

"Shhh son, it's going to be alright! Shhh!" he whispered to me while hugging me. I dropped down on my knees and let the tears come over. Usually, I don't cry, but come on, my mother and little sibling could be dead. DEAD!

Later that night, in the hospital, we were told that mom was ok! We were all waiting in the hospital waiting room waiting to be able to see mom. Betsy had fallen asleep, and Brandon and Josie were wearing hospital night gowns. The reasoning to that was because they were naked when the fire started. NAKED I TELL YOU! NAKED!

Mom went into labor that night as well. In the morning we were greeted to an unwanted, yet wanted surprise. The wanted part was that I finally had a baby brother, but the unwanted part was the death of my mom. That's right! It's all because of Tony! Mom was in perfect condition, but Tony killed her. KILLED HER! So that's why I hate Tony!

End of Flashback:

I woke up from my flashback dream to the sound of my dad yelling at me to get up!

"W-w-what?" I somehow mustered up.

"We are here son! Our new home. Welcome to Seaford, California!" "I looked out of the window to see a gargantuan (big) house. It was a deep deep dark blue and a white porch, garage, and front door. I opened the car door and stepped out while smelling the fresh air. I went to the back trunk and grabbed my duffle bag. I decided to grab my suitcase and stuff later. I went inside the house, and the first thing I see is a dining room and a living room. I saw the stairs and walked up them. They were the spiral type stairs and they were AWESOME! I got to a door that read Jack's Room in big bold letters. I opened the stiff door and walked inside. I have to tell you, my room is small but really awesome. I had a bed with dark blue sheets, my own bathroom, and a bunch of karate stuff. Then, I heard the doorbell. I knew my family was in the backyard, so I ran downstairs and greeted the visitors.

"Hello?" I stated to an older lady, probably in the ages of 40.

"Hi! I live right next door,and I was bringing over some home gifts!"

"Oh, why thank you!"

"Of course. Oh and my daughter wanted to meet you guys, she should be here any minute."

"Hi mom!" I heard from behind the lady.

"Oh come on sweet heart," the lady stated. A girl walked up, probably around my age. She had the most gorgeous brown eyes and slightly curled blonde hair. I think it may have been love at first sight! But I am only 15, I cant be in love!

"Hi! I'm Kim! Who are you?" And at that moment, I swear we were infinite!