Chapter 1 - Natalie Watson
"Miranda!" I yelled as I ran to my best friend from last year.
"Tasha!" She yelled and ran to someone behind me. I felt my face fall. Another person who doesn't remember me... Fun.
"Good morning, Matthew." Natalie whispered to me from behind and I froze in shock. I nearly cried.
"G-good morning, Natalie!" I exclaimed. "Y-you r-remember me?" I asked.
"Of course, Matthew..." I heard her whisper and I actually wept right there in the school hallways. No one asked to see if I was okay but I was okay with that with Natalie by my side.
Finally, the day began and for once, I was happy to be back in the school after the seemingly endless summer break. Natalie and I had all of the same classes so it was a lot of fun until Alfred happened during 7th period, my last period of the day.
"Hey there, commie." Al stated nonchalantly to Natalya, the foreign exchange student. She ignored him and then walked to her seat quietly.
"Are you ignoring me, commie!?" Al yelled with malice and taunting dripping from his words.
"Alfred, I suggest you stop talking now, da?" she warned with a heavy Russian accent dripping from her voice.
"Or what? You will run to your big brother? And what is he going to do?" He asked. Natalya, taller than Alfred by more than a few centimeters, then stood and towered over Alfred, who was standing above her as she sat previously.
"He doesn't deal with children." She stated darkly and calmly took her seat once again.
Alfred, clearly shaken by her comment, took his seat wearily. Natalie and I chose our seats, Natalie and I sitting at the same table as Natalya and awaited the bell to ring, signalling the end of 7th period. Finally, the day ended and I went home to Kumachichi and Papa.
"Papa, I'm home!" I called and I heard small and fast footsteps from Kumawawa as he ran to greet me at the door.
"Feed me." He demanded and I smiled and walked to the kitchen.
"Okay, Kumawomo, what is that you want to eat?"
"Hmmm..." Kamutiki wondered. Finally, he sighed. "I dunno." He stated simply and I laughed.
"How about pancakes?" I asked and he nodded, eagerly. I got all of the necessary ingredients and began to cook the pancakes. "How many, Kuma?" I asked.
"A million!" He exclaimed.
"How about three?" I asked and shoveled three warm pancakes onto a plate before dousing it in maple syrup. I made my own food and then sat down with Kumachihi at the table.
"How was school?" Papa asked as he came down the stairs of our large house.
"It was good until Alfred happened in 7th. He decided to pick on the new kid." I stated, clearly angry with his 'I am better than you because I'm the hero' complex. I may love him like a beother, but that is no excuse to act like that,
Soon, I finished eating and cleaned up mine and Kuma's plate then sat down with papa in the living room to watch some movies with him while he drank a glass of his celebratory wine. Papa soon fell asleep because he wasn't one for action movies; he much preferred romance. I attempted to get him off the couch by picking him up, but MAN! Papa is heavy!
I tried many times after that and gave up after trying to role him off the couch. I walked to the linen closet that was next to the downstairs bathroom and got out his favorite wool blanket then draped it over him so he doesn't catch a cold. I went upstairs to my own room then and crawled underneath my blankets then fell fast asleep, wondering who Natalya's big brother is.
"You'll never be good enough."
"Raised by a gay means you are a gay."
"Go die, please. It would make life a lot easier on all of us."
I cried as small forms beat me, kicked me in my stomach, knocked the wind out of me and didn't let up. The teachers just stood by and watched as they relentlessly beat me, dumbstruck. Why weren't they helping me? Aren't they supposed to help me get away from these kids? Take me to the nurse, at the least!?
I woke up sweating. I looked over to my clock and noticed that it was around the time for me to wake up. Two minutes later, papa jumped inside of my open door and yelled at me to wake up before seeing that I was already awake and sweating. "Oh... Mon Ami, what happened?" He asked, his smile faltering.
"I had the dream again..." I said, barely a whisper. Papa's face went from one of ghost-happiness to sadness in not even a second as he walked over to the edge of my bed.
"Matthieu.." He knelt next to me in an attempt to comfort me, his hand rubbing small circles on my knee. My alarm clock soon went off, it's obnoxious "beep-beep-beep"ing filling my, otherwise, awkwardly silent room. After what seemed like the millionth beep-beep, papa stood with a small and sympathetic smile gracing his face. "Get up for school, alright, Matthieu?" He chided and then softly shut my door on his way out my room.
I stood from my thick, dark blue comforter and looked around my room. My large bookcases taking up two of my walls, full of encyclopedias, mystery and romance novels, along with all sorts of old comic books that Alfred used to read when he would come over. My shaggy white rugs overlapping one another on my hard wood floor felt soft on my feet as I padded my way across the space where my stand and music sheets stood proud, bearing it's musical genius for all the world to see, toward my dresser to get out something to where for the day.
My almost navy-blue walls, covered in academic awards, stared at me silently as I pulled out a bright red shirt with a collar and black jeans that squeezed me, ever so slightly. I threw on a beaten pair of black sneakers and tied them tightly before putting on my baggy, blue sweatshirt. I brushed my hair and then walked out of my room and down into the hall next to my... sister's... room... to brush my teeth.
"Matthieu!" Yelled a blue eyed girl with a smile as she ran from me.
"You cannot escape!" I yelled back, with a large smile as I chased her. She laughed happily as we ran around the playground and papa watched us. Soon, mama came back with something to eat and drink.
"Alright, my children! Come here and we will eat, oui?" She shouted and I looked to her with a large smile. I was around 7, my sister, Amelia, was almost 15.
"Oui, mama!" Amelia called and ran into her open arms for a hug. I looked around and saw a tall man with a large smile and wide, angry eyes but paid no mind to him as I ran through all the trees to catch up with my sister in the park.
The park had many rows of trees and a playground for children to play on. It had lots of ways for people to walk and run around and a really big fountain right in the middle of it! There was an indoor playground in the building across from the playground, just in case the kids who still wanted to play in the winter time could, but in a warm place.
The man with the angry eyes started following me slowly as I ran, but I still paid it no mind. 'He is just going to his car.' I thought as I ran and finally, got to papa and mama with the food and drink. Mama had brought food from her German friend, who's son, Ludwig, would come over often to play with me and my sister. He always had a little boy named Feliciano, who insisted we call him Feli, with him when he came to visit, and we always came to this park to play on the swings and slides.
The man with the angry eyes looked at my family and then took out a black thing. Two very loud noises rang out and my sister and mother fell to the ground as the man with the angry eyes ran away. I noticed that he was in a very long coat that was brown and had dark brown hair with blue eyes that were still very, very angry.
My papa yelled at the man and tried to chase him but the man with the angry eyes was too far gone. He took mama into his arms and took Amelia's head and wept until the police came. After that, my mama survived but Amelia did not. I didn't understand that They had been shot until much later, but the man with the angry eyes came back.
The man with the angry eyes tried to hurt mama again but this time, papa caught him. The man with the angry eyes shot my papa in the leg, but the man with the angry eyes was caught and sent to jail, where he would stay for a long, long, long time.
I ran down my stairs and took the plate that papa had prepared for me for breakfast. Kuma sat next to me with his legs swinging back and forth with a small frown.
"What's wrong, Kuma?" I asked, quietly.
"I had your dream." He stated and I smiled weakly.
"Don't be bothered by that. That was a long time ago, okay?"
"Alright..." Kuma started eating his food and I soon stood and collected my bag from the small table that sat beside the front door.
"I'm off, papa! J'taime!" I called and then started walking towards school after closing the big red door to my home.
"Be safe! J'taime!" Papa called from the window in his room and I smiled back at him before turning the corner. I was met with a punch to the face.
A/N: HEY GUYS! Yet another new story that I will more than likely not finish, but hey, still, anything to entertain you all. =) Thank you all for reading, and stay safe.
Ciao!~~~~~~~~SpainDeBoss
