"See you tomorrow" I say to my friend Abby. It's the worst part of my day.
I used to be Mary Alice Brandon, daughter of beauty queen Lidia Brandon and successful lawyer Aden Brandon, Sister of musical prodigy Cynthia Brandon, and herself the ballet star. My family was a pillar in the community, my parents were at every fair, parade, store opening, everything. We looked like a perfect family, a stay at home mom, with two good kids and a rich husband that had dinner at six and the kids were in the bed at nine. That was until dad left. Now were Alice Brandon, the only sane one in the family, but is only a shell of her once self, or the "emo", Lidia the drug addict of a mother who can hardly remember her name, Aden Brandon who left his family 5 years ago and never looked back, and Cynthia Brandon the local gang leaders girlfriend and is in and out of jail. I have no family now, only one friend who has never been past the front door of my home.
As I get home I find my mom passed out on the couch, and I go to fix diner as I pick up the knife I get a vision.
Sitting in history class, a new kid looks up from next to me, he's beautiful, light brown eyes and shaggy blond hair, he's smiling. Then he looks at my exposed arms and looks horrified. He saw the cuts.
Also, two more things about me, when dad left and my life went down the drain, I picked up cutting. One day when I cut too deep in a vain, I blacked out. When I came to I was in a hospital room, it turns out that I passed out from blood loss and needed a blood transfusion. I couldn't be near a knife for a year, but that's when mom cared.
"What happened?!" he asked enraged.
"Nothing, Jasper, just nothing." I said putting on my jacket.
"Do you want to talk?" he asked gently.
There is where it stopped. I learned that the future isn't set in stone, it changes, even with the minor things in life. I can't tell you how many times I've seen people choking on a chicken wing bone, only to change their mind last minute.
RING! CLANG!
The phone was ringing, and I dropped the knife in the sink. As I go to the phone I look at the I.D. the police department, oh joy, wonder what trouble Cynthia got in this time.
"Hello" I answered the phone.
"Hey, Alice, your sister is in here again."
"Ok, be there in a minute, I said as I hung up the phone.
Here's my new story! R&R! I'm also working on the shopping ch of "Southern Bells" so it's going to be a 3 part ch! I'm trying to get it out by this weekend!