Chapter 2

I examined my room. Light purple walls. I creamy colored wooden furniture set. A window set with a black and white zebra striped cushion, followed by many other colorful throw pillows. My bed has mismatched, but stylish looking sheets on it. Dark purple curtains with black floral design hung to the sides of the windows in the room. It was obvious what had happened: Kurt had somehow convinced Dad to hand over his credit card and went on an all out pottery barn shopping spree just for me… No one knew me better than my brother.

I unpacked my clothes, stored them in the drawers and closet, put out some of the pictures I had on the dresser, mostly of great fencers I'd met, but also some of me with my best friend at Master's, Ben, some pictures of my brother, and one of my family. Well, my old family, that is: Kurt, Mom, Dad, and me. I realized that I'd need a new picture with my new family.

I stored my toiletries in the bathroom and my sheets and such in the linen closet. After seeing Kurt's latest little design accomplishment, I came to a conclusion that I would have no say in the decoration of my room. I had one bag left to place in the room: my fencing bag. As I made my way across the room with it, I thought about all the fencing I'd done over the years. I'd competed with a team and as an individual in national competitions. Fencing was my life. It was everything to me. It was why I'd missed Dad and Carol's wedding (which I still felt extremely guilty about, even though they'd told me to miss the wedding for the competition).

Being an epee fencer required me to devote every waking moment to it. I spent holidays at school, busting my ass in the training room with Ben. At The Master's School, Ben had been my best and only friend, and vice versa. The reason, besides the fact that we were made to be friends, was because he had the same attitude towards fencing as I did. Our only free time, as scarce as it was, was spent together. Most of our classes were together, albeit some of the AP classes. Where I excelled in areas like sciences, mathematics, and French, Ben was better at History. If he didn't have fencing, he would have been a historian in the making. The way he preferred to look at it was that, someday, he would be the guy historians were lecturing about. I liked to believe him.

Now that I thought about it, I didn't really know how to function without Ben. We did everything together: Fencing, Cello-playing, we'd even once tried the school's Glee Club once. Needless to say, we agreed we'd never go back. When I described the failure of an experience to Kurt on the phone the night after, he'd said he was disappointed in me. I wasn't shocked.

The point I'm trying to make is that even though I might have Kurt now, whom did Ben have now that I had left? I wasn't sure, and it made me worrisome as I turned the shower faucet in the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and started to clean myself up.

*Author's Note*

Sorry, I know it's a short chapter, but I was kind of being rushed to write it... *Ahem*

Anyway, the rest of the chapters will be longer, and not as boring, so please bear with me.

Another thing, I'll post a few more chapters today and tomorrow, but after a while, I'm just going to post one chapter a day for multiple reasons.

1) I have other stories to write for.

2) I'm on break right now, but I start school again in a few days.

Also, I don't post new chapters until I have reviews. Please review! Thank you!