Prologue
It's awful cold today. Chris would've wanted it to be warm...he always hated winter, no matter how much snow fell. It must've had something to do with school, because neither of us liked it and all of winter was based around school.
We were the Chambers kids. Samantha and Chris, the no-good, low-down hoods from that family. Chris- the thief. Samantha- the explosive one. We completed each other, dammit. And now he's gone.
Oh yeah. That other guy who's technically related to me. Eyeball Chambers. That piece of shit never even came to the funeral.
Chris was killed. He stood in line to get me some lunch and he got killed. And I was just at his funeral. He always told me to write down what I felt so it didn't come out in explosions. I never listened till now.
That weekend, the one weekend out of the hundreds that have filled my life, completes me. It stands out as stark as it did when it happened.
I can remember it like someone's writing it out in front of me.