2 Chapter 1

The first day of the last year of my teenage life was shaping up to be pretty average. I was definitely excited I mean who wouldn't be. I met up with Parker who was basically my best friend and we ate lunch together. Classes weren't extremely hard and I had minimal amounts of homework. By the time I got out of school it was 5:30, I had to stay after to sign up for tutoring and I knew I had to pick up Lucas. My car was parked in the back of the school and it seemed like everyone else had already tried to get out of there. It was starting to get dark and it was making me extremely anxious. The walk to my car was not very long but the feeling of someone behind me made it feel like it was forever. When I got to my car door I fiddled with the keys trying to unlock it. I have stayed after school plenty of times but this feeling just wasn't right, it felt like I was being watched but not just watched, observed, like I was a rat in an experiment. As I finally got my keys to unlock my car door, a hand appeared on my shoulder, he slightly grabbed me and I jumped back putting my hands to my face like I had been taught. He seemed confused but immediately figured out what I was doing. " I'm sorry I startled you, but do you know if the building is still open?" I stood there for a second trying to force my heart to return to a normal pace. He had short brown hair and a black T-shirt. He sorta reminded me of the male version of me. I realized I had been starring a little too long and answered "It just closed, sorry" He thanked me for my answer and slowly walked away. I turned to get into my car but thought I should tell him when it opened. As I turned to look around I didn't seem him. I stood on my toes trying to see if I was just missing him but there was nothing. I'm 5'5 and being that height I know I'm not extremely short. He was just, gone. I got in my car and tried to focus my mind on going home. When I got to Lucas' school, he walked out and got into the passenger side seat without saying a word. "How was school buddy?" He didn't say anything. I felt bad knowing he was at school very late. "I'm sorry it took so long I had to sign up for something after school." I could see his reflection in the mirror, he was at the point of tears. "I miss mom" he said. I sat there, I knew how she treated him, I knew how much it tore him up to not be with her anymore. Those words and not just those words, but his words, they broke my heart. I knew he didn't want to live with me, but I also knew he didn't have a choice. I looked at him sympathetically "I know you do buddy, I know you do." No 11 year-old wants to live with there 18 year-old sister. But he had to learn to deal with it, just like I did.