Chapter 1: That Morning
My day started like any other. You know, school, after-school sports, home, and a shower. But I didn't finish the day or week like I should have. And it all started because of a stupid rock I found in the driveway. The one with the cool design, and the purplish hue. I'd thought it was cool then. But now? If I knew then what I do now I would have thrown it down never to see it again. But like I said things didn't turn out like I wanted them too.
I woke up that morning with the annoying radio casters in my ear. They were constantly complaining about their job and how early they had to get up. It could be worse, I'd always told them in my head. They could be in Iraq, or they could be a fireman. Anyways, I woke up washed my face with my new Morning Burst face wash and brushed my teeth.
When I walked into the kitchen I spotted my mom making bacon and eggs. She was never up this early. "Whats the occasion?" I asked her with a smile on my face. My mom looked up, stared at me, and continued making breakfast. My face fell. That had stung just a little.
Was it possible the breakfast wasn't for me, like I had thought? "Mom, is there something wrong?" I asked her timidly. She never looked at me. I do believe that, that was the last time I saw my mom.
Alive, that is.