Author Notes: Hey guys! I was browsing through some of my old story files and found this one a little interesting. I thought that some of you might enjoy it? I tried using first person point of view and I remember I had a lot of fun writing it. I have a few chapters saved up and I still know where I wanted to go with this story, so if it's liked I will continue to update the chapters and maybe continue it? Let me know what you guys think!

There was a shrill sound of a bell ringing, before the sound of moving feet filled the area. It was followed by the sound of children laughing, and talking. The front doors of the bricked school building opened up to allow the massive swarm of students to pass through and into the downpour of the rain that had started outside.

I treaded slowly out through the doors myself, with my small, dark green backpack snug on my shoulders. I walked a bit, till I stopped at the usual spot where I would wait for my brother. I left my hood on my yellow rain coat down, letting the large raindrops drench me, causing my messy blond hair to stick to my face.

I then let out a gasp as someone pushed me from behind and I fell into one of the large puddles that had started forming. Now I was completely wet. I turned around to see one of the older kids laughing. He had white blond hair, and piercing red eyes. His name is Gilbert. He is a third grader.

"Be more careful big brows!" Gilbert laughed at me as he stared to walk away with his brother Ludwig, and his friends Antonio and Francis.

Gilbert and his friends were in a higher grade then me and always liked to pick on me. They laughed when they would trip me in the halls, or steal my pencils before my class started. They said they wanted to get a reaction out of me.

Ludwig was Gilbert's younger brother. He's a second grader like me. He's the very opposite of Gilbert, with his blond hair and hard blue eyes. I see him sitting with a happy, brown haired boy at lunch. I think his name is Feliciano, but I'm not sure.

I sighed as I pushed my self up on my knees. I then looked down at my distorted reflection in the puddle I was in. I saw the frown, the green eyes, the soaked blond hair, and my eyebrows. I lifted a hand to touch them gently. They really are big. It's no wonder the other kids laugh at me.

"Arthur!" A voice called me, and I turned my head to see my brother Scott coming towards me. He was holding a black umbrella close to keep him out of the rain. When he reached me, he gently grabbed my hand and helped me up. "Arthur, what were you doing in that puddle?" He asked me with his eyes holding a bit of concern.

Scott has messy red hair, and bright green eyes. He is also very tall and goes to the big kid school with my other brother Alex. He also had big eyebrows like me, but they suited him. They weren't ugly like mine… Scott is a player on the soccer team, and drives a car. He always drives me and picks me up from school.

I shrugged my shoulders a bit at Scott's question and grabbed his hand. It's warm, and gentle, but at the same time strong.

"And why is your hood off?" Scott then grabbed the hood of my rain coat, and pulled it up, shielding me from the droplets of rain. "You don't want to catch a cold kiddo."

"I like the rain…" I replied softly and then I frowned as Scott pulled my hood up. I really did like the rain. I liked to feel the water hit me as it fell from the sky. I liked the smell it gave, and the puddles it formed. I liked the way the light would make the puddles shine, and the way the water would splash as you stepped in them.

"That's not a good enough reason to leave your hood off when it's raining like this." Scott told me, smiling as he led me to his car. It was a small, old, silver Maverick. Scott liked his car a lot. He said he wanted to drive it everywhere.

"So, Will and I were thinking about making chicken tenders for dinner tonight," Scott spoke softly as he opened the back door for me as we reached the car. He then helped me in the seat, before I buckled myself in. "sound good?"

William is my third brother. He is the third oldest, being right after Alex who was born after Scott. Will has dark blond hair, and blue eyes, while Alex has light red hair, and green eyes like Scott. Will is in middle school, and he does most of the cooking at home, with help from Scott. He is very good at it.

I nodded my head to answer. He then closed the door and walked around to the driver's seat. Scott closed his umbrella before he opened his door and climbed in, putting his own seat belt on, and putting the key in the ignition and starting the car.

I was silent as we drove along, watching as the houses, tress, and other cars whirled by. I could see Scott giving me worried glances through the rear view mirror. I could tell he wanted to say something, but was holding back. The drive back home stayed silent.

We finally made it home, where Scott helped me out of the car, and we both walked up to the front steps and went through the front door. As I started to take my backpack as well as my rain coat off, my eyes darted to the hallway, resting on the door on the first left.

"Is… Is dad home?" I asked quietly, finally breaking the silence.

Scott turned and looked at me, a frown on his face. He then glanced at the door, before his eyes rested on me again. He gave a small nod. "Yeah, he got off work early."

"Is he going to stay in his room all day again?" My eyes once again rested on the door, as if trying to see the man through the wood.

Scott was quiet for a moment before he answered. "Yeah… he's had a rough day at work…" Scott then walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "And it's not your fault. You hear me Arthur?"

Scott was lying. He always lied to me. It was the one and only thing that I didn't like about him. He would always look at me with his bright green eyes, and tell me that nothing was my fault. I hate that lie. I hate it because I know it's a lie. I ruin everything.

I moved away from his hand and looked down at my slightly worn, shoes. I gave a small nod of my head to show that I have heard him. I think it makes him feel better if I told him I believed his lies.

Scott gave a small sigh through his nose, before he gave me a smile. "Will and I will get started on dinner then." He then walked away and started to call for my other brother.

I watched the two of them head into the kitchen, with smiles on their faces before I walked over to my father's door. I shifted on my small feet before I looked up at the solid wood that separated me from my father. I slowly lifted a hand and hesitantly gave a small knock. I waited a second before I spoke softly, knowing that he wouldn't answer the door.

"D-Dad… I'm sorry…" I whispered out. I would tell him this everyday, thinking that he would forgive me. But I don't think that's going to happen. Scott said that he was just going through a process, a painful process. It hurt more knowing that I caused that pain.

After a few seconds of no response, I continued down the hallway and went to the last room on the right. It was my room. I turned the doorknob slowly before I walked into the familiar space. I like my room a lot. There are green curtains on the windows, my bed against the far wall, and a bookshelf and toy chest across from it. But the thing I like the most about my room was the fairies I made. I made little, colorful, fairies and Scott hung them from my ceiling with some tape, and string. It looks like they are really flying.

I also have a secrete in my room and none of my brothers can know of it; especially Scott. I don't think they would like it if they saw it. It would make them frown, and I don't want to do that. I already make my father frown; I don't want to make anyone else sad… It makes my chest hurt.

I walked into my room and closed the door behind me. I sat my backpack against the wall before I slowly made my way over to my bed. I got down on my hands and knees, and reached under the bed and pulled out a small shoe box. This is my secrete.

I held the box carefully in my hands, as if it was made of glass. I then slowly took the lid off, and rummaged through the many different notes folded up in it. After a moment, I found what I was looking for and pulled it out.

In my hand was a small picture of a woman. She had long blonde hair, and bright green eyes. There was a loving smile on her face as she looked at the camera. She looked so happy, so beautiful. I wish I had met her. This person is my mother, but she's not here anymore, I killed her.

I was an accident. I wasn't supposed to happen. I was too much on my mother and she died after I was born. It was my entire fault. That's why dad doesn't love me. He's mad at me because I took away mother, and than I also have to look just like her.

Scott says that mother is an angel in heaven, and that she watches over all of us. That she loves me no matter what. He says that the only thing mum would regret is to be missing the chance to watch me grow up. But Scott is a liar. Why would mum love me when I was the one who took her life?

I took the picture of my mother and I held it close to my chest for a moment. "I'm sorry…" I whispered softly. I then carefully put her picture back, before I scooted over to my backpack and took out a piece of paper and my crayons.

I drew a small picture of me at school, with Gilbert pushing me in the puddle. I then drew Scott with Will and they were cooking. I drew Alex in his room, and then I drew my father's closed door. I then wrote sorry on the note before I put it in the box with the others.

For the last year I would draw these notes everyday. I would draw what happened over the course of the day and then write my apology. I wish for her to see them, to see that I was sorry, and I wish that she would accept my apologies. I also wish that she and dad would be happy again.

Author's Notes: That's the end of chapter 1! Let me know what you guys think of this and I will update it as soon as I can. Thanks again for liking and reading any of my work. ~Rose