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Chapter Three: A New Life

A jet black haired boy woke up early Wednesday morning, a smile planted on his face quickly.

"Woohoo...vacation has begun!" he said sleepily, raising a weak fist in the air.

There were the sounds of footsteps from downstairs. He looked at his alarm clock and grinned, it was already twelve in the afternoon.

"No more mornings for me, thank you very mucho," he sat up, stretching the sleep from his body.

"Brian?" his mother knocked on the door, "you awake yet?"

"Nope!"

"Well when you DO wake up hurry and get dressed, you're cousin's coming to visit."

"...Which one?"

"Mallory."

"That slutty bitch is coming over here!?" he shot up.

"Be nice, you're aunt and uncle will be coming over as well."

"They're sluts too," the boy grumbled, lying back and throwing the covers over him, "giving birth to Mallory and all."

"You're breakfast's in the microwave."

"You going somewhere?"

"You're father and I will be picking you're cousin up. Be nice when they arrive, please?"

"Alright fine," he tried to go back to sleep when his mother left but the news of his cousin coming over already ruined the day. "Me can't sleep," he pouted, sitting up.

He got out of bed and realized he was only wearing one sock, he searched his bed, finally found the other sock and put it back on.

On his way to the bathroom he heard his parents' car drive away. "Cool, I'm all alone...for an hour...that sucks..." he walked in the bathroom and proceeded to brush his teeth.

The teen stared lazily at his reflection. His tanned skin was beginning to turn pale because he rarely left the house anymore.

He often wondered why he had green eyes while his parents had brown, and why he barely had any resemblance to them, by now he just figured he was adopted. He wasn't that upset about it though, his parents were good parents.

The lightening bolt scar on his forehead was another matter. He asked his parents about it and they told him they didn't know either, he was just born with it.

After he was finished brushing his teeth he walked downstairs to the kitchen and heated his already cold eggs and bacon before eating it.

Not long after he slipped into comfortable clothes did his relatives arrive, to his horror they held suitcases.

"You guys are staying over...how long?" he tried to be polite but the look of absolute horror was still plastered on his face.

"We're moving in-"

"What!? I mean!" he stopped at the calm yet angry looks of his parents, "how nice..."

"Let me finish!" Mallory nearly yelled, "We're moving in the neighborhood."

"Oh..." he mentally yelled happily in his head knowing that Mallory wouldn't be staying in his home. On the bad side, she would be a lot closer than instead of a country away.

Mallory was a short, thin, girl with a very curvy body. She usually colored her blonde hair blue or purple but she left it blonde this time. In front of her relatives she'd always dress as an innocent girl but behind their backs she'd prefer to dress in something that would show a little or too much skin, which Brian unfortunately witnessed a few times.

Besides her looks she pretty much was a slutty whore. Her personality was that of a snotty rich girl and she always acted like she was older and more mature than Brian, despite the fact that she was a year younger than him.

"Can I go back to my room," Brian muttered to his mother.

Mrs. Laurence sighed and nodded. "Just...be good at dinner."

"I'm eating with them?"

"Yes you are."

"Fine, whatever," he turned and walked up the stairs. Once he was out of sight he ran for his life to his room, locking the door and praying to god that Mallory wouldn't knock it down like she did last time. "Oh the abuse!" he said dramatically, the back of his hand on his forehead as he felt flat on his bed.

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"Moving?" the platinum blond haired boy stared at his parents with disbelief. "Where? Why?"

"Well," Mrs. Jacobs started, fiddling with a loose thread on the pillow on her lap. "We'll be moving to Surrey, it's closer to where my new job is at."

"Why can't you just take the train?" he huffed, leaning back on the couch with his arms crossed.

"Calvin, you're father already bought a house-"

"House?" his ears perked up, "you mean an ACTUAL house? Not an apartment or something?"

"Yes it's a house, a very nice one in fact," she smiled.

"When will we be leaving?" he nearly jumped for joy.

"A few weeks, hopefully two, you'll be going to a new school too."

"What?" his face fell, "what's wrong with the old one?"

"Calvin I know you don't like your old school. The new one's a lot better, there's also a Drama class, and it's friendlier there too. I can't remember what it was called though...but you'll love it, I swear."

"Drama class..." he muttered to himself, "what does the house look like?"

"Oh," she shuffled through a few folders on the side table next to the couch, "here," she handed him a few papers.

"Wicked..." he looked through the blue print models of the house, there were pencil writings in certain squares that read the living room, dining room, his parents' room, a guest room, and his own room.

"Do you like it?"

"My room is huge, what do you think?" he grinned happily, giving the papers back to his mother. "I'll go pack now," he rushed out of the living room before his mother could protest.

Once he was inside his room he jumped on his bed happily.

His room was stuffed with books and notes from his school. His computer hummed quietly on the desk beside him, he had left it on when he mother called him to the living room.

'Moving,' he let the news sink in and tried to hold back another jump for joy. He never really liked where he lived, it was full of gangs and open drug dealings.

He sighed as he remembered last year when he took a smoke of weed. He had to admit it felt different, but he was curious about how it was like to smoke it. After that he steered clear from drugs and cigarettes mainly because if he continued taking anything like that, then eventually his parents would find out and he really didn't fancy the idea of rehab.

The blond felt something leap on him lightly, he smiled warmly and pet his black cat who purred by his touch. "We're moving, Ebony, isn't that great?" he asked softly.

The cat purred back, curling on his chest, staring back at the blond. Its yellow eyes deep with something that Calvin couldn't really understand. Almost like it knew something he didn't.

They passed the few moments in silence, the blond stroking Ebony's soft black fur, both taking each others presence in calm silence.

"Come on Eb, wanna help me pack my stuff?" he held the cat as he sat up. Ebony stared back at him curiously, cocking her head to the side, "yes?" at this the cat purred. "Ok then," he set her on the floor and stood up. "Where to start..."

He looked around his messy room and decided to clean up the papers first. Ebony was a very intelligent cat; she was a very peaceful one too. For a cat she was helpful around the apartment, for one thing she never made a mess, and she was always great company.

"Here, Eb, trash," Calvin gave a crumpled piece of paper which Ebony took in her mouth; she sprinted noiselessly to the plastic trash bin and dumped the paper inside. "I wonder how the neighborhood will be like," the blond said to no one in particular, he crumpled another paper and handed it to Ebony, "I hope it's nothing like this place. Maybe it's like those neighborhoods in those movies...like the suburbs or something...eeh maybe not, too pricey...but I hope it's friendly."

-

Brian sat in his seat at the dinner table trying his best to be nice to his relatives. So far everything was going well; they were already up to dessert.

"What school will you be going to, Mallory?" asked Mr. Laurence, taking a sip of his water.

"She'll be going to a boarding school," answered Mrs. Jane. Mallory nodded, smiling widely. "She's been begging to go to one ever since she found out we were moving," she took a sip of her brandy.

"Boarding school?" Brian's ears perked up fearfully, "which one?"

"Yours of course, Mallory's been dying to go there, says she's been wanting to go to the same school as yours because of better classes and whatnot," shrugged Mr. Jane.

"Right..." he looked over to his cousin, she had the glint in her eye that only he and understood. 'Yeah, right. Better looking guys is more like it, better classes, honestly.'

"Mmm! Clare this delicious!" Mrs. Jane commented after taking a bite of chocolate cake. "What's your secret?"

Brian held back the urge to roll his eyes; sometimes his relatives could be so fake.

"Uh thanks," Mrs. Laurence tried not to laugh, "the secret is to buy it at Gegleburg's Cake Shop." Brian couldn't help it any longer, he burst out laughing.

"Oh!" Mrs. Jane blushed in embarrassment, "oh my, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry for what?" Mrs. Laurence laughed lightly.

"I honestly thought you baked this!"

"You know I can't cook anything but macaroni and cheese!" she smiled brightly, "I bought all the food for tonight, really Katharine, you can be so silly sometimes."

"Uh heheh, well it's good cake," she continued to eat her food.

Brian looked over at his parents. His father looked back at him questioningly then realized what he wanted and nodded. The raven had sighed happily, excused himself and went to his room, not aware of Mallory staring after him.

He closed the door and lay on his bed, staring outside his window. It was night outside, the streetlamps giving the empty suburban street an orange glow. No one was outside, the windows of other houses glowed yellow as a sign that it wasn't as late as it looked.

The raven head sighed and turned on his back to stare at the ceiling, missing the robed figure standing beside the tree outside.

"Great not only is the slut moving next door but she's also coming to my school. God, you hate me don't you," he sighed and sat up, he had to do something that would pass the time, he spotted his guitar lying lazily against his bed.

Brian took hold of it and strummed a few strings mindlessly until he got into the odd beat and made it more melodic. He loved music for as long as he could remember, he never really could remember that far back but he knew he liked to strum away on his guitar.

His peaceful moment was cut short when the door burst open and Mallory walked in. He stopped playing and mentally hit himself for not locking the door.

"What do you want?" he asked glaring at the girl.

"Just wanna see how you're doing, little cousin," she said cheerily, throwing herself on the chair before Brian.

"No seriously, what the bloody fuck do you want?" he put down his guitar and crossed his legs Indian style while also crossing his arms. "And I'm a year older than you for your information."

"Uh-huh, yeah whatever, how's your friend, Marty-"

"Archie."

"Yeah him."

Brian looked at the girl disgusted, for the past few years she had been after his friend and so far hadn't managed to get him in bed. "He moved away from you."

"Oh but he loves me," she pouted fakely.

"He's afraid of you."

"Whatever, where'd he move to?"

"Antarctica."

"You're not funny."

"He went to America you just missed him on your way here," he grinned at the slightly shaken look on Mallory's face, "too bad, maybe next time."

"Oh well, plenty of more fish in the sea, so how IS your school like?" she leaned back lazily.

"It's full of classes what do you think?"

"You know what I'm talking about," the glint in her eyes returned and Brian sighed exasperatedly, "come on, you're gay, tell me what really goes on."

"I'm not gay, I'm bi," he glared at her, "you're such a slutty pervert."

"Oh wait! Is ickle Brian Whian telling me he's still a wittle virgin?" she said in a sickly motherly way.

"So what? I don't go spreading my legs to anyone who comes within eyeshot towards me."

"How sad," she shook her head, "I'll just have to surprise myself when I get to your school."

There was silence, no one moved.

"Well?" Brian finally spoke, "aren't you gonna go now?"

"Nope, I wanna spend some quality time with my favorite cousin," she smirked and stood up, advancing towards the angry raven head.

"Ugh! Get away from me you whore!" he leaned away, enraged at his cousin.

"Your right," she whispered in his ear, "I prefer my type as blond, blue-eyed and tall."

"Get your Hitler-ass out of here!" he pushed her out of his room and slammed the door shut; he could here her walk away laughing. "Blond, blue-eyed and tall, god how typical," he muttered, walking back to his bed.

He picked up his guitar but didn't play it; he stared at it in a trance before plucking one string.

"Ow..." he touched his head lightly and tried to ignore the sudden head ache.

A vision flashed through his eyes, it was of a young eleven year old blond with a pale complexion and storm gray eyes.

"The fuck?" he frowned slightly, shrugged the vision away before strumming to his guitar as if nothing had happened.

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Uh heh...this chappy must have been such a corny bore BUT IT'LL GET MORE INTERESTING ME PROMISE! Oh and soz if the muggle life thingy in English version didn't sound accruate or whatever, me kinda new at this XD Review please!

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