Chapter two red roses red roses

The last thing I needed was Expulsion, But now that it was final my mom decided to put me in some sort of camp. She said it was a camp that teaches you to control yourself and your emotions. She said it was a camp that would help you learn protection.

"Mom seriously, I think that you're over reacting a bit. I don't need some camp to feel safe and whole. Can't you just send me away again?" I said.

"No Ryan. I will never send you away to another school. this camp is the only place I feel I can put you. You will have fun, don't worry. You will be fine." She said. I felt that she was reasuring herself more than she needed to. She placed the last bag of my stuff in the trunk of our car and got in the drivers seat. I opened the car door and sat in the passengers seat. I would miss my mom, I would miss Saphire, I would miss the sweet smell of the air and breeze of Beverly Hills. Yes, I am from Beverly Hills, California. I never thought to give you detail on my background.

My name is Ryan Cox and I am Thirteen years old. My dad was this awesome guy who loved music and chicks and also had a thing for my mom. Except for the fact that he left when I was three months old. My mom said that it was because he had jobs to deal with. she said he was sorta like a rock star. His job was to produce and rock out on music, her excuse for being him being gone was that he was just to busy with his band of eleven. yeah he had eleven other band members, stupid huh? you have no idea. Why would he leave my mom and I for...A dumb band.

Anyways, My mom said that I get my looks from him. With his Sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, he was tall like me, and had a big family unlike me. I live in a big house with only my mother, my brother and my dog, whiskers. Whiskers is a Yorkshire Terrier with black and brown fur, he was the smallest dog I had ever seen. My brother's name is Travis Cox.

Travis is tall and muscular with Black hair and brown eyes. He's half latino and much better than me with the ladies and buds. He was fifteen years old and had a girlfriend named Priceless. Weird name huh? Yes, that is her real name. Priceless has brown hair and dark brown eyes. she was my height which wasn't nearly as tall compared to Travis. One more thing-She hated me.

My mother has black hair and chocolate brown colored eyes. she was short and thin and as beautiful as a 31 year old could be. yeah she was pretty younge when she had her first kid. About, sixteen years old when Travis was born. She is totally nice but she can be pushy sometimes. like when I was nine years old my mom made me clean the whole house, on my birthday.

"Mom how far is this camp? where is it at?" I asked once in the plane.

"New York, sweetie. It's on long island. don't worry, not much longer till we land." My mom said happily.

About twenty minutes later we landed in New York city and got into my mom's new rental car. Hey, she couldn't exactly import her car with the car, thats just crazy talk. "Mom, can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Sure." my mom said.

"What was dad like?" I said softly. My mom was madly in love with this guy. like totally crazy about him so it didn't hurt her from time to time to talk about him.

"Here we go again!" Travis said in the back of the rental. I hardly even noticed he was with us on the plane and such.

"Shut up!" I ordered. Travis kept quiet, he knew when he was going to far. My dad was a touchy subject for me. I should explain to you that Travis and I have the same mom but not the same dad. His dad was a drunk who left my mom and his son when I was born. my mom had an affair at the time, but she wasn't the bad guy here. Travis's dad was, he would sneek out and do...stuff with other women. When he wasn't drunk he treated his son pretty good, Yet he still treated me like garbage. I was ashamed to admit it but apart of me was...kinda glad that he left his son and us.

"Ryan, your father was a handsome, wealthy, funfilled man. you look just like him. You're personallities are worlds apart though. He treated me like I was a goddess, he was so sweet." My mother swooned. "I was uncontrolably in love with him."

"He doesn't sound like the kind of guy who would abandon his son and...girlfriend. You weren't married to him were you?" Travis asked.

"No I wasn't, honey." She smiled. "I have a feeling that you two will get to meet him soon."

"What's his name mom? you never told me." I said.

"I never told you because you never asked. His name is for you to find out for yourself. I wouldn't want to spoil the fun for you." mom finished.

What was that even supposed to mean?