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I never realized how much your life can change in a matter of minutes. How a phone call could change your life forever but not before making you feel having your own heart ripped from your chest. I was on the ground, screaming and crying. I couldn't believe it. It wasn't true; it was all a lie, a cruel joke. When you hear that your parents are dead, you can't believe it. The people who raised you and cared for you since the beginning are taken from you, you just can't believe it. The cops who came by the house said they understood, but they were just trying to be nice. They'd never understand what it feels like.
When I had more tears to shed and my eyes were red, one of the officers said they had contacted my brother and that he was on his way. I looked up to my brother for as long as I can remember. He was always kind and protective of me. Nobody would mess with my brother so I knew I could rely on him when my parents weren't around. Now I would be relying on him until I became an adult.
My brother's name is Zack, and he's 22-years-old. He's your college jock type but also the tall, dark, and handsome type as well standing at 6' 3'' and dark brown hair, short stubble, and hazel eyes and always wearing simple shirts and pants in dark colors. Even thought he was seen as a muscle god, he was smart. Ever since 9th grade, I don't think he ever got anything below an A and his senior year, I think he had straight, 100% perfect A's all year. I couldn't believe that he could be a hot stud with the perfect tan and a straight A student. Most people thought Jocks were dumb or not nerd smart but somehow, my brother was what women call, the perfect man. He's polite and kind and isn't selfish or stuck on himself and he wasn't the kind of guy who spends his time looking to add notches to his belt by whoreing himself with every hot girl he meets.
I was very different from my brother. I'm only 17 and fit the twink category. I'm short at 5' 8'' and I have a slim swimmer's build and I loved keeping my hair long and layered, just past my shoulders. Unlike my brother who inherited the dark brown hair and hazel eyes family gene, I inherited the rare genes that gave me raven back hair and had eyes that people could never tell if they were blue or green. Most people believed I wore contacts because my eyes were so bright and piercing with their unnatural color. I also always kept clean shaven and always wore button up shirts that cling to my frame yet have loose and droopy sleeves. I like my jeans to cup my perfect ass that I exercised everyday for.
After my brother and I sold our parents house and sold items we didn't need, we packed everything of mine and moved it to his small apartment in the Brookhaven Apartments in Aeon. The owner was a wonderfully nice lady who kept the apartment building clean and free drug dealers and drunken bastards. Everything about the building was also kept up to date and if something broke, it fixed right away by this hot repairman.
Christmas break was spent getting settled and getting me registered at Aeon High to finish my junior year. I had to admit, I liked Aeon, it's was cool during the winter but no snow and the sun was out almost everyday. I know I like cool weather but I hate the cold and freezing snow. It was strange for me to just sit in Zack's apartment all day while he was at work. With Zack being a guy and living like one, I took up cleaning and doing laundry. I also did most of the cooking because Zack didn't know how to cook too many meals. I didn't mind, as it kept me busy, plus, the apartment really needed it. I deep cleaned to tiny kitchen and small dining/living room, the small bathroom and bedroom. Zack and I had a little trouble making the bedroom into and area for both of us to feel like we had our own separate rooms and it worked out, even though you could feel claustrophobic in there.
I had finished cooking spaghetti and meatballs when Zack came home from work. He opened the door and kind-of stood still as he looked the clean and neat apartment that had looked like some little kids messy bedroom earlier. He smiled and hung up his coat and he stepped into the kitchen. "I see someone's been busy today," he said as he went to stick his finger in the spaghetti sauce to taste it but I batted his hand away.
"Ah, you can wait Mr. Bottomless Stomach," I told him as I prepared to plates.
"Yes mom," he said as he took out two glasses and pop for drinks and sat them on the table.
"Well, someone has to teach the barbarian manners," I joked with a big smile. Zack mock glared at me then an evil smile on his face. I placed the plates on the table and looked at him.
"What?" I asked. He suddenly started to tickle me without mercy. I was on the floor, trying to get away while laughing so hard a few tears escaped. "I give! I give!" I yelled as he finally stopped tickling me. We stood and sat down to eat while talking about Zack's classes starting back up and me having to attend school.
"Come on, Lindsey, get up. You can't be late on your first day to a new school." I put my pillow over my head and snuggled deeper into my blankets. I felt a cold ice cube go sliding down my back and sat bolt upright and yelp. Zack had a triumphant smile on his face as he left the bedroom. I glared at him but got out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready. I chose to wear my form fitting, long sleeved teal shirt. I pushed the sleeves up a bit to make them look like three quarter sleeves. Sliding on a pair of faded jeans, Zack came back into the bedroom saying we had to go. I ran a brush through my long layered hair and gave myself a quick look over before grabbing my backpack and heading out.
Zack left to go to his classes after he dropped me off at Aeon High. People who were outside stared at me, I bet trying to figure out who the new kid was. Most everyone made eye contact giving no surprise as to my shocking and piercing blue/green eyes. Being shy, I wrapped my arms around myself and with my head slightly downcast, I walked towards the entrance. I quickly made my way to the office and got my class schedule and locker number and combination. I went out in search for my locker in the big hallways full of students. I was glad they went in numerical order so finding my locker was easy, even though I had to go up to the second floor and walk to the end of the hall to find it. I entered the combination and pulled on the latch, but the locker wouldn't open. I pulled on the latch again but it still didn't open so I put the combination in again and it still didn't open. I started to get upset and embarrassed at the same time. I could hear a few snickers from people around me. I had this problem at my other school and knew just how to take care of it. I step back and gave my locker a hard roundhouse kick. I pulled on the latch and it opened. I smiled at my victory and looked around. People turned their gaze from and went back to what they were doing. Being new, I probably shouldn't have done that, but at least I could put my bag away.
It took me a while to find my Geometry class and the tardy bell rang before I got through the door but the teacher said since I was right there he's wouldn't count it against me. "I know it can be a long walk to get to some classes so as long as you're near the room and messing around I don't count the tardy against you. You must be the new student, Lindsey Daniels?"
"Yes, that's me," I responded. He put out his hand and I shook it.
"I'm Mr. Hanson, welcome to Geometry class. You can sit in the back row next to Mr. Kincaid." I smiled and made my way to the back of the class, all eyes on me. I sat down in the nice desk and placed my notebook and pen on the desk and clasped my hands together to keep from fidgeting. I felt a tap on my right arm and turned to look at who it was.
"Hey, I'm Taylor," he said. Taking a quick look at him and the jacket wore, I could tell he was a football jock and damn was he hot with his dirty blonde hair in short spikes and medium blue eyes. He had a strong jaw and looked like he worked out a lot. I couldn't tell with him sitting down, but I think he was a tall guy too. I shook his strong hand and introduced myself.
"Hi, I'm Lindsey." He nodded his head.
"So, where you from?" he asked me.
"South Ashfield, my parents died and came here to live with my older brother," I told him. He gave me a sympathetic look.
"Sorry to hear that." I shrugged.
"It's okay; I've gotten over it, but thank you." He looked like he was going to say something but Mr. Hanson started to teach so we turned to face the front and listen. I noticed that throughout the class, some of the students would sneak glances at me. I didn't mind too much, I could understand being new and all.
The next three classes off without a hitch and it was lunch time. I started to get worried because I didn't know where to sit and I didn't want to be one of those people that ate their lunch in the bathroom. "Hey, Lindsey," I turned to the familiar voice to see Taylor with his lunch walk up to me. "Come sit with me and guys."
"Okay," I said. I followed him through the lunch room and table with what I could guess was the rest of the football team. Most of them had jackets and they all looked like they worked out but some seemed to have more muscle than others. They had either spiked hair or the messy look. Taylor said his hey' and what's up' with the guys as he sat down. He motioned for me to sit down next to him and I did.
"Hey, this is Lindsey, he moved here from South Ashfield," Taylor said, introducing me. One of the slimmer build guys looked at me for a second.
"Are you wearing contacts?" he asked. I smiled and blushed slightly.
"No, it's my natural eye color," I told, brushing hair out of my face. Everyone seems to stare at my eyes for a minute before turning their attention to their food and other conversations.
"What brought you to Aeon, Lindsey?" asked the football player with white blonde spiked hair asked me.
"My parents passed away and I came here to live with my brother," I told him. Some of the guys did the `oohhh' and looked sympathetic. "It's okay; doesn't bother me much anymore," I told them and some nodded their heads. It was silent for a minute while they ate their food before Taylor spoke up.
"So Lindsey, you do any sports?"
"No, not really a sports person, though I did take fencing and aikido classes back in South Ashfield."
"Hey, are you the guy who kicked this locker this morning? Some people were talking about a new kid and karate kicked his locker to open this morning," white blonde hair asked me. I blushed and ducked me head slightly. "I used to have that problem with my locker last year and had to bang on it to open it. This school is big and has the money but it seems like they just don't want to use on simply fixing the lockers which is cool because it means us football players get more for uniforms and a better football field." Some of the other guys nodded their heads in agreement and did the `um hmm'.
Lunch seemed to end quickly and everyone started to leave, saying their good-byes and `see you at practice'. I threw away my lunch tray and started to look for my next class.
After school let out, I grabbed my backpack and waited for Zack to pick me up. He arrived on time and drove me back to his apartment. We talked about my first day and how everything went along way. After he dropped me off, he had to head into work but he said he'd be home early tonight. I let myself into the apartment and dropped my backpack into the closet and then went to the kitchen to the dishes. I did my daily check around to make sure everything was cleaned up and put away before turning on the TV and flip through channels. With nothing on to watch, decided to take a nap.
"NNNNNOOOOO!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "IT'S NOT TRUE! YOU'RE A LAIR, YOU'RE LIEING!" I yelled at the people around me. My cries and sops over took me, causing me to fall to me knees and wrap my arms around myself. "Not true, not true, not true," I repeated over and over, slowly rocking back and forth. Someone put their arm on my shoulder and said it was going to be okay. "NNNOOOO!"
I sat bolt upright on the couch. My breath was quick and ragged. I could the sheen of sweat on my body and ran my hands over my face. I heard quick footsteps from the bedroom and Zack came out with a worried look on his face. "Lindsey? What is it; what's wrong?" he asked me as he kneeled by the couch. My breathing started to slow and return to normal as I closed my eyes and swallowed.
"Nothing, just a bad dream," I said as I slowly stood and headed for the bathroom.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I could tell I looked like the walking dead but after washing my face with cold water, I looked normal again and the sweat was gone from my body. Leaving the bathroom and heading into the living room, I could see the sun was setting outside. Running my hand through my layers of hair, I let out a big sigh before turning my attention to Zack setting paper plates and a pizza box on the table. I sat down and took the offered glass of ice water and eagerly took a big gulp. "Dreaming about what happened with mom and dad?" Zack asked quietly. I slowly shook my head once. He nodded and looked down at his plate before speaking again. "It'll be okay. The dreams will go away and you'll be dreaming about when we accidentally put a dent in dad's car." I let out a laugh, remembering. We got in so much trouble yet new weren't punished because we were just kids you didn't no better at the time.
We ate in silence before watching some TV. I don't know when I fell asleep, just that I woke up in my bed the next day to the beeping of the alarm clock.