p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"strongRight almost forgot... I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, THEY ARE MARIE LU'S... /strongit's sad but true... though I might add some new people in later... if there is a later...br /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"emJune POV/em/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"16. Thats how old I am now. 16... I still can't believe it... I don't want to believe it. My family... well let me just say that they will take this too far... WAY too far... they are so rich they could be royalty, they could be the king and queen of the world based on how they act. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"The only good thing about today is that my big brother, Metias will be with me. I have to admit one thing though... My birthdays are sad and always will be. My best friend through kindergarten and elementary school ditched me on this very day. Da– STOP IT JUNE, I thought, STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM! I try– I really do but I just can't get him out of my head... we were the best of friends and so happy, though I have to admit I did have a mini crush on him, but then on my birthday he just he stopped talking to me and said he hated me and ARGHHHHHHHHHH I HATE THAT BOY! I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM AND HIS LONG BLONDE HAIR THAT ALWAYS FALLS PERFECTLY ON HIS SH– A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Who is it?" I asked in a small voice, hoping against hope that it wasn't my annoying parents coming to try and buy my affection... buy it... just what I hate about them. I am lost in my thoughts so I don't hear the reply... "Sorry who? I can't hear you..." I say, only slightly annoyed./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Well who do you think it is?" A gruff voice responds. It was a voice I would know anywhere. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Metias?" I ask, unwilling to believe that this is real. Am I dreaming right now? "Wait" I start, "Don't you have school? You know college?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"I hear a laugh and I pull open my door, enveloping my dear brother in a hug. He is now... 21 I think. "5 years" I say..."it's been 5 years since I've seen you," I didn't notice before but I was crying... my beloved brother returns, nothing and no one could ruin this moment... Or so I thought./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;" /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"strongDaniel POV/strong/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"It's October... October 29th... Her birthday... Great, just another thing that reminds me how miserable I am. I can't believe her. She was so strong, so independent then she goes and lets everyone do things for her. I couldn't believe it... I still can't and to be honest I don't want to. I honestly miss her. I miss her smile that always lights up the room, her soft brown eyes that were so easy for me to get lost in... SNAP OUT OF IT MAN I think to myself. But I can't, I never can when it comes to her... As much as I hate who she is now, I can't help but love who she used to be... and miss her. Oh how I wish she would go back to her old self. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"A ringing noise slowly drags me out of my thoughts. Great my mother... she used to be like Snow White or even Cinderella but now she is like the wicked witch of the west and the evil stepmother and it's all because of my dad. Oh dad... why oh why did you have to die? I wish you were here... you were the best father in the world and now all I have left from you is your necklace. It is silver and looks like a dog tag but is really a locket. Inside the locket is a picture of him and me when I was 5 years old and after my first ever soccer (or football, whatever you prefer) game. But the really important thing in it is a coin from the 1800s. My father was VERY into history and he found this one day and gave it to me. If my mother ever found out what this really was she would kill me./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"I hear the ringing again and, sighing, I get up to my feet and go see what the problem is. I wish I could tell my dad about everything that has happened after his... death... murder. It has been years since he has died but I still sometimes feel him around me, telling me what to do, I hear his voice in my head, I see his smile that would always light up his eyes... oh his piercing blue eyes that could read everyone like a book... I feel my eyes start to tear up and immediately wipe them away and think about my alive family. John. He went off to college a few years ago and I haven't seen him in sense. He has a good reason to stay away... I wish I could say the same. Eden... oh my little brother... he is so innocent... so pure... I made a deal with my mother years ago after my dad's death... Eden will never be mistreated, not like me... he will live a good life and NEVER know the truth. I couldn't bare it if he knew the truth. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""DANIEL" I hear someone scream in a high voice. Mother. "GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE," Jeez I think to myself. It's 5 am and you rang less than 30 seconds ago... do you really– another yell brakes my train of thought. "WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU" I burst through the doors fed up with her already. "finally" I hear her mutter under her breath. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Yes emmother/em?" I ask hoping for once she was in a good mood. She was not. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Don't use that tone with me boy," she said in a voice filled with anger and pure hatred. "Now... get me my breakfast and make it snappy!"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Yes... right away" I respond barely suppressing a sigh./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;" I go to the kitchen and make some fried eggs just the way she likes them, sunny side up, NO BROKEN YOLKS and with avocado toast on the side. I dreaded going back to her to give her the food but... the sooner I was done with her the better. I run to give her her food, knowing she hates it cold. She takes it and dismisses me with a wave of her hand. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Once I reach the door she calls and says, "Wait... wait a second" and I tense up, knowing that if she didn't like the food I would be in trouble. "I want roast chicken for dinner tonight" she says instead. I relax then realise, a whole roast by tonight?! Today was my busiest day and she knew it. My old school was shut down because they didn't have enough money so I had to apply to a new school which means new rules, new soccer team... and probably new bullies. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Sighing I call, "OK..." back and head out... trying to figure out how to handle everything. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"strongSooo... how was this first chapter? I really really really don't know if it was good or not so please tell me./strong/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"emJune POV/em/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"16. Thats how old I am now. 16... I still can't believe it... I don't want to believe it. My family... well let me just say that they will take this too far... WAY too far... they are so rich they could be royalty, they could be the king and queen of the world based on how they act. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"The only good thing about today is that my big brother, Metias will be with me. I have to admit one thing though... My birthdays are sad and always will be. My best friend through kindergarten and elementary school ditched me on this very day. Da– STOP IT JUNE, I thought, STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM! I try– I really do but I just can't get him out of my head... we were the best of friends and so happy, though I have to admit I did have a mini crush on him, but then on my birthday he just he stopped talking to me and said he hated me and ARGHHHHHHHHHH I HATE THAT BOY! I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM AND HIS LONG BLONDE HAIR THAT ALWAYS FALLS PERFECTLY ON HIS SH– A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Who is it?" I asked in a small voice, hoping against hope that it wasn't my annoying parents coming to try and buy my affection... buy it... just what I hate about them. I am lost in my thoughts so I don't hear the reply... "Sorry who? I can't hear you..." I say, only slightly annoyed./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Well who do you think it is?" A gruff voice responds. It was a voice I would know anywhere. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Metias?" I ask, unwilling to believe that this is real. Am I dreaming right now? "Wait" I start, "Don't you have school? You know college?"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"I hear a laugh and I pull open my door, enveloping my dear brother in a hug. He is now... 21 I think. "5 years" I say..."it's been 5 years since I've seen you," I didn't notice before but I was crying... my beloved brother returns, nothing and no one could ruin this moment... Or so I thought./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;" /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"strongDaniel POV/strong/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"It's October... October 29th... Her birthday... Great, just another thing that reminds me how miserable I am. I can't believe her. She was so strong, so independent then she goes and lets everyone do things for her. I couldn't believe it... I still can't and to be honest I don't want to. I honestly miss her. I miss her smile that always lights up the room, her soft brown eyes that were so easy for me to get lost in... SNAP OUT OF IT MAN I think to myself. But I can't, I never can when it comes to her... As much as I hate who she is now, I can't help but love who she used to be... and miss her. Oh how I wish she would go back to her old self. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"A ringing noise slowly drags me out of my thoughts. Great my mother... she used to be like Snow White or even Cinderella but now she is like the wicked witch of the west and the evil stepmother and it's all because of my dad. Oh dad... why oh why did you have to die? I wish you were here... you were the best father in the world and now all I have left from you is your necklace. It is silver and looks like a dog tag but is really a locket. Inside the locket is a picture of him and me when I was 5 years old and after my first ever soccer (or football, whatever you prefer) game. But the really important thing in it is a coin from the 1800s. My father was VERY into history and he found this one day and gave it to me. If my mother ever found out what this really was she would kill me./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"I hear the ringing again and, sighing, I get up to my feet and go see what the problem is. I wish I could tell my dad about everything that has happened after his... death... murder. It has been years since he has died but I still sometimes feel him around me, telling me what to do, I hear his voice in my head, I see his smile that would always light up his eyes... oh his piercing blue eyes that could read everyone like a book... I feel my eyes start to tear up and immediately wipe them away and think about my alive family. John. He went off to college a few years ago and I haven't seen him in sense. He has a good reason to stay away... I wish I could say the same. Eden... oh my little brother... he is so innocent... so pure... I made a deal with my mother years ago after my dad's death... Eden will never be mistreated, not like me... he will live a good life and NEVER know the truth. I couldn't bare it if he knew the truth. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""DANIEL" I hear someone scream in a high voice. Mother. "GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE," Jeez I think to myself. It's 5 am and you rang less than 30 seconds ago... do you really– another yell brakes my train of thought. "WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU" I burst through the doors fed up with her already. "finally" I hear her mutter under her breath. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Yes emmother/em?" I ask hoping for once she was in a good mood. She was not. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Don't use that tone with me boy," she said in a voice filled with anger and pure hatred. "Now... get me my breakfast and make it snappy!"/span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;""Yes... right away" I respond barely suppressing a sigh./span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;" I go to the kitchen and make some fried eggs just the way she likes them, sunny side up, NO BROKEN YOLKS and with avocado toast on the side. I dreaded going back to her to give her the food but... the sooner I was done with her the better. I run to give her her food, knowing she hates it cold. She takes it and dismisses me with a wave of her hand. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Once I reach the door she calls and says, "Wait... wait a second" and I tense up, knowing that if she didn't like the food I would be in trouble. "I want roast chicken for dinner tonight" she says instead. I relax then realise, a whole roast by tonight?! Today was my busiest day and she knew it. My old school was shut down because they didn't have enough money so I had to apply to a new school which means new rules, new soccer team... and probably new bullies. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"Sighing I call, "OK..." back and head out... trying to figure out how to handle everything. /span/p
p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 24px; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: #000000;"span class="s1" style="font-kerning: none;"strongSooo... how was this first chapter? I really really really don't know if it was good or not so please tell me./strong/span/p