It's Friday night, schools just finished. I'm the type of person who doesn't socialise on a Friday night. Well actually I don't socialise at all since I moved schools 6 weeks ago. My parents are yelling downstairs about what happened to Angus. He is my elder brother. I rarely converse with my parents. If I ever do it turns to be a full blown argument. I use to talk to Charlie and Alex but since we moved its hard to keep contact. I only talk to my elder brother when I go and visit him, and even then our conversation is limited because he doesn't give me advice, just listens to my troubles. My parents blame me for it though. They blame me for not being perfect and a copy of him. They blame me for turning there once perfect son into a psycodelic freak. But in truth it was them. I heard his real feelings, I helped him.
I haven't spoke in about a week now. I can answer everything anyone asks in nods and shakes. At school the teachers never choose me anyway. My phone buzzed. I eagerly picked up my phone expecting it to be a text from Charlie but to my dismay it was just a text from my phone service about credit spent that month. Disheartened I switched back to the anime I was watching or should I say re watching. - Death note. L had just 'heard the bells.' Knowing what comes next I switched it off and decided to draw.