Life is like a piano.

Black keys portray sadness.

White keys portray joy.

As you go through life remember,

that the black keys play some music too.

-Kazuko Rin

It was a typical day for the world blue skies, a few clouds here and there and people bustling about. The tranquility of this day was not mirrored by Breanna, a teenager in her Junior year of high school with short brown hair, pale skin, and hazel eyes. She sat in her room with headphones and an MP3 that she was borrowing from a friend and a copy of Hetalia's first volume from the library. Despite how loud she turned the music up she could still hear her Dad yelling at her big brother. Most of it consisting of how he was useless and needed to get a job or leave the house. Her dad's voice was loud harsh and very slurred. He was drunk, again. The shouting suddenly stopped when she heard the front door slam. And all that followed were a few murmurs and grumbles just loud enough for Breanna to here. After sitting for about half an hour she stopped the music put her borrowed stuff under the bed. Reaching into her backpack she pulled out a phone. Dialing one of the two contacts on it, she listened to for an answer. "Come on, come on Zeek"

"Bre, is that you?" A voice came from the other end.

"Yeah, it's me." Breanna sighed in relief when her brother answered. "When are you coming home? I think dad should be safe to be around tomorrow," Breanna's worried thoughts seeped into her voice.

"I'm not coming home. I have a friend who I can stay with until I can get an apartment for the two of us."

"The two of us?" Bre echoed.

"Yeah, in fact, my friend can let you stay too but we would have to share a room. I'm not going to force you to come but if you want to meet up with me at the park."

"What should I bring?"

"Are you sure about this?"

"Positive."

"Alright grab your backpack and your mini duffle. Get as many clothes as you can in the duffle. Then grab anything you don't want to be left behind in your backpack. It's still bright out so you should drop the duffle just outside your window. Then ask dad If you can study out on the back porch. That will give you enough time to grab you duffle and leave through the gate."

"What about school?"

"I can run over there before the office closes and explain the situation. You're likely going to go to homeschool for a while because dad knows your classes."

"Anything else?"

"Yeah, you might want to grab your purse and throw your meds in there. And Bre,"

"Yes?"

"Try to treat it as if you're just going to Kat's house. Keep yourself calm and you'll be fine."

"Alright, I love you, bro. I'll see you at the park."

"I love you to Bre," Zeek said as the line went silent and the phone hung up. Breanna opened her closet and grabbed a week's worth of pants and shirts. All but running to her room as to not alert her dad she yanked her dresser open and pulled out a week's worth of undergarments and her sweater. Bre grabbed her duffle from under her bed and started stuffing everything into it. See grabbed her purse off her hook by her door and the meds off of her shoe clubby setting those inside her purse. Walking to the bathroom across the hall she grabbed her toothbrush, toothpaste and face wipes from the cabinet. Breanna walked back to her room and grabbed her four Hetalia books and the MP3 from under her bed. Sliding the 'newly' acquired items into her purse and backpack, she grabbed the photo of her mom off of her dresser and wrapped it in her scarf. She slid it into her backpack taking up the rest of the room with her school books inside. Taking her purse strap she tied it to the handle of the duffle securely. She pried open the window and looked down from the second story. Pulling the duffle from her bed she dropped it out the window and watched it land quietly on the pavement. She grabbed her backpack and slid it onto her back. Pulling her sneakers from its cubby she slid them on and took one last look at her room. Spotting her wallet and phone on her bed she grabbed them and put them in her back pockets. Breanna sighed and turned her light off and walked out into the living room. Her dad was sitting in the recliner with a beer resting gently in his hand. The TV was playing the latest soccer game, and the drunk was watching closely. Wisely choosing not to disturb him she stood quietly and waited for commercials. When the first ad came up her dad shifted and chose then to recognize she was there.

"What do you want and why do you have your backpack and shoes on?" the drunk man said, his words coming out heavily slurred.

"I was wondering If I could go out and study on the back porch? It's nice out and I can't concentrate in my room."

"Did you take out the trash?"

"Yes, sir."

"Including the bathroom?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you empty the dishwasher?"

"Yes, sir."

"Did you sweep the kitchen floor?"

Yes, sir."

"Alright, go ahead. I'll come check on you when the game is over."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir"

She walked to the back door quickly, avoiding blocking the TV. She slid the large glass door open and stepped out. turning to close the door she caught a glimpse of the scores and time on the TV. With her luck, she might be able to scrape an hour before she is found out. Closing the door she walked over to her bags. Picking them up and slinging them over her shoulder she walked around the house and to the gate. With one last glance, she closed the gate behind her and made her way down the street. Coming to the intersection she looked both ways, contemplating which way she should go. Following the sidewalk would be easier and safer overall, however, if she cut through the field at the back of the neighborhood she would have to watch for holes and various animals such as snakes and rabbits, but it would be faster. Getting to the park alone would take an hour on the sidewalks. By cutting through the field she could cut that time in half more if she ran. Making up her mind she ran to the low fence by the field and swung herself over. She bolted across the field watching for anything that could injure her. She came out on the other side of the field with only stickers and dirt on her pants. She slowed to a walk once she met with the sidewalk by the road. Hanging a right she crossed the street and made her way over the levy. pulling her phone out she saw that she had about fifty minutes till her dad would try to check on her. Putting her phone away she ran past the orchards and over up to the bridge she slowed down to a speed walk. As she made it to the other side of the bridge she saw the park in view and a man with black hair and a simple set of jeans and a T-shirt she recognized as her brother was sitting on one of the swings. Keeping her pace she got off the bridge and spun around the railing as the park was located next to the bridge she just vacated. She ran over to her brother and hugged him. "Bre, are you ok you seem winded?"

"I ran. through the field and past the orchards." With a quick peek at her phone, she saw that she made it to the park with thirty-five minutes to spare. "Zeek, dad is going to try to check on me in about thirty-five minutes when the game finishes. I want to get as far from him as possible before he starts looking for me."

"Yeah, I agree. By the way, I talked to your school and they are transferring you into IS. They handed me a list of what you need to do for the next two weeks." Zeek said as they started walking down the streets. "Do you want to take the alleyways? It will be faster and he's less likely to see us there in the car. Assuming he decides that he's 'sober enough to drive'."

"Yeah." The pair made their way through the streets and alleys avoiding anywhere that seemed overly crowded. As they came to one of the ally's they noticed that there were a few people standing in the middle. they were having a conversation that from the few words Bre heard, she could tell that they did not want to be here. just as they were turning around two more people showed up in all their big glory.

"What do we have here? A runner and her brother from the looks of it. now why would you want to come down this ally?" The pair spun around seeing one of the men who were talking walk over to them. Said man nodded at the two men now behind them. The grunts cornered them and with their backs against the wall they heard. "Get the girl. She could fetch us a pretty penny with those eyes of hers." The grunt on the left nodded and took a swing at Bre. Instinctively she closed her eyes and threw her hands up to block the blow. Waiting for a hit she noticed something bright flash past her eyelids. Peeking her eyes open she noticed that she saw not in the alley. Dropping her hands she looked around at the large room with a conference table in the middle, noting the absence of her brother she became frantic

"Zeek! Zeek where are you? ZEEK!"

(AN) How did you all like my first chapter? I don't really have a plan for this so I'm open to all sugestions. and on another note It's late so if it starts to get a little weird or rushed at the end please tell me.