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Authors Note: This story is my first and because it is my first I will not have a lot of sex in it. I like reading that, but I'm not good at writing that, so if that's what you are looking for too bad.
And All That Could Have Been
- Chapter 1 -
Sometimes what people want most in life is something to believe in. Whenever a person loses that something they believe in, they become lost and depressed. They desperately search for anything else to believe in, to replace what they lost, even if that something is not what they're looking for.
A cold breeze brushed Cameron's blonde hair across his face. He had dressed himself in a nicely pressed black suit and his blonde hair, which until recently, had been neatly combed. Cameron had just turned twelve two months ago but people were constantly mistaking him for a ten year old. Slowly he passed from grave to grave looking at the names etched onto it. He let out a soft cry when he finally reached the graves and fell to his knees. The ground was soft and moist, the markings of a fresh grave. A single tear rolled down his cheek as a single memory flashed in his mind.
"What are they saying?" Cameron asked. He watched as his older brother, Kris, strained against the door trying to listen in on the argument going on outside their bedroom door. This particular fight was between their mother and father. Their father, known to be abusive, came home drunk and was causing trouble with his quick temper.
"Shh. I can't hear if you keep asking questions." Kris replied, lightly pushing the boy backwards. It wasn't a hard push but it was hard enough that Cameron ended up on the bed.
"Sorry..." Cameron whispered softly. He was going to say something else but thought better of it and bit his tongue. He loved his brother but sometimes his brother was a little to forward in showing who the bigger person was, though Cameron knew that he didn't mean anything by it.
"I'm just kidding Cam." Kris quickly replied, realizing that he had been a little too harsh on his younger brother. "But if you keep talking we'll never be able to hear what is going on." Kris smiled at his younger brother and tousled his blonde hair.
Satisfied with Kris's apology, Cameron sat on the bed that they shared and silently watched as Kris put his head back against the door to try and eaves drop on the commotion outside. The second Kris placed his head on the door it came crashing inwards, flinging Kris across the room.
"Cameron!" He heard a shrill scream bringing him back to reality. He turned around and saw a lady, in her mid 40's, walking towards him with her hands on her hips. He hated when she did that it always made him feel like he did something wrong. "Cameron W. Wiley," she screeched, "you are going to make yourself late for your first day back to school."
"Coming, Aunt Sally." He humored her. He really didn't want to go back to school at all. He knew that the people there would be staring at him with questions running through their mind. But he knew that he would have to face it sooner or later, so he climbed into his aunt's car and they headed eastward towards the school.
Cameron entered the school and immediately headed for his first period. He didn't really want to meet his friends and feel the self pity that would be sure to appear on their faces, but he knew that sooner or later he'd have to face them. Slowly he stepped into the class, he could feel the eyes of his fellow classmates watching him as he silently took his seat. He knew what they were thinking. "Poor kid" or "I'm glad I'm not him". He didn't want to hear the apologies; he didn't want to hear any of it. All he wanted was his brother back. Hearing an apology wasn't going to bring him back. All it was going to do was make the other person feel better.
Cameron refused to look up and meet the eyes of the students. If he had to he would spend of the rest of the day with his head down, he will not let the students see the pain that is written across his face and inside his eyes.
Unfortunately for Cameron, the teacher had other plans. Mrs. Dudley had always been a teacher that thought she could solve all problems by herself. She figured the best way to help Cameron get over his brothers death was to put him in front of the class and talk about it. Needless to say she was not a favorite among the students.
"Cameron," her old raspy voice called out from behind the desk, "Can you come up to the front of the class. I think it'd be best for us all if we got everything out in the open about what happened to your brother." A reassuring smile crawled across her wrinkled face.
"I'd rather not, Ma'am." Cameron said resting his head onto his arms.
"Oh don't be a party pooper." She croaked, getting up from her desk and walking over to Cameron's desk. "Now you will come up to the front of the room and talk about your brother's death right this instant!" She grabbed his arm and attempted to pull him up out of his chair.
"No!" Cameron screamed, pulling back his arm causing Mrs. Dudley to stumble back and fall on her butt. At the same time she hit the ground; Cameron was up out of his chair and running out the door.
He didn't really know where he was running to but he knew that he had to get away from that classroom and whatever horror was waiting for him if he was to ever return. Running around the corner of the hall he saw what he was looking for; the boy's bathroom. He entered the bathroom and slumped down against the wall.
{End of Chapter 1}
- Well there it is, Chapter 1. If you didn't get bored to tears and actually enjoyed it, feel free to write me an email at bookman04@hotmail.com. I could always use the encouragement. I will try to reply to all of the emails I receive except for flame emails. Chapter 2 should be up shortly, it's already written, but I don't want to get behind so you will just have to wait.
Thanks, Bookman