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A story I wrote a while ago



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As I lay in my bed listening to my parents arguing below me, I wonder what it would be like if I was never adopted; would I be on street corner of LA as a street rat begging for money or stealing? Or I could be dead somewhere?

I have been living with the McDoners for seven years. When I came I found that they already had a child, Samantha, miss perfect even at the age of ten. They adopted me because they though that it would be nice if Samantha had a sister, even though I was a few months older then her they still treated me like I was younger. This went on until I was 12 that when Conner and Lydia found out that Lydia was pregnant.

I got a baby brother named Tommy. He is nothing like his sister he is like me even at the age of five.

I sit up in bed and look around my room; black paint covered the walls along with posters from various bands; Manson, Slipknot, Korn, Otep, and other pictures that I had found in magazines. My bed was in the middle of the room the covers were black the canopy was white. A desk was pushed in to the corner and was painted black. It held an assortment of jars that contained paint, berries, varies plant parts, insect parts, among other things. My dresser no longer held clothes but CDs, and food. My stereo sat atop my dresser that lined the wall next to my bathroom. The two windows in the room had been boarded over. The only carpet was round and black and it was under my bed. All of my clothes that were black or a dark red were placed in the right closet the left closet held most of my paintings. I got up and walked out of my room and into the hallway above the stairs; Tommy was sitting on the top step crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked him.

"They are fighting about you." he wipes his eyes and looks up at me, "they say that they want to send you to a place called Ing-aland."

"Ingaland? Oh you mean England. Why in the hell would they send me there?" I say sitting next to him.

" ‘Cause they don't want you anymore, they have Tommy and me, why would they want you?" A squeaky voice says behind me.

"Hello Samantha, why you home? No one left to fuck?" I say not even looking at her.

"Mother was supposed to take me shopping today but they are fighting about you and now I won't get to go shopping."

"Shopping but I thought you went shopping yesterday?" Tommy says looking up at her.

"I did go shopping, but what you don't understand because you’re so young. Plus you're a boy is that shopping is very important when your seventeen years of age." Samantha said like she was all knowing.

I look up at her, "no its not. I don't go shopping all the time. You go everyday and we stay here, shopping is not important when your seventeen, and your not seventeen your only sixteen for another five months."

"Nope mom and dad said that I could switch birthdays with you so that I am older." Samantha says with a smile.

I look at her, "do you know how stupid that sounds?" I stand up and walk over to her.

"It sounded smart and real and it's what I will do. Now go away you freak." Samantha turns and walks back to her room. I start laughing and sit back by Tommy, "I swear that we are not related." He says shaking his head. I laugh at him and listen to what our parents are saying below.

"We should just tell her, I'm sure she won't mind." Conner was saying.

"Fine, Jamie come down here right now." Lydia screamed.

I roll my eyes and walk down the steps to the living room; our living room it so typical. It has a couch along the back wall, facing the television center that consists of a TV, DVD, VCR, and a sound system. There is a fireplace with at mantle above it covered in pictures of Samantha. Conner and Lydia was sitting on the couch.

"You called me?" I say walking in to the room.

"Yes, we are sending you to a boarding school." Conner says slowly.

Boarding school can't be that bad, I think, "Why?"

"We think that it would be better for you if you were out of this type of environment." Lydia says.

"They don't want you!" Samantha screams from upstairs. I roll my eyes and look back at my parents, "where is it?"

"England, Nottingham to be exact." Conner and Lydia says at the same time.

"England!" I cry. "But that's like.... like Holy Mary Jane that is far." I say.

I fall back in to one of the chairs and stare at my parents, "what type of school, why do I have to go, wouldn't Samantha be better there?"

"Now Jamie I think that this would be better for you, it would be better for you to go out and see the world." Conner says with somewhat of a smile on his face.

"When do I have to leave?" I ask standing up.

"Tonight at nine thirty." Lydia says then gets up and walks out of the room.

I stare after her then head up to my room to pack. I pull out two suitcases and through my clothes and the view good items I hold close in to the bags and drop them off by the front door. I head to the dollar store down to street to by a few things for the trip, two notebooks, pens, batteries, and some junk food. I place all the items in my backpack and head back home. When I get home I can already see my bags loaded in to the back of the van and my father waiting for me in the drivers seat, I climb in and put on my headphones and let the sound of Slipknot fill my mind plus it blocks him out.

We arrive at the airport and unload my things and place them on the baggage things. He hands me a few dollars and leaves. I watch him pull away then look at my ticket gate number 66, I start walking towards the general direction, as I walk I am quite aware of all the people looking at me, I glance down at my clothing, black Tripp pants covered in chains, a black bra with black fishnet over it, my arms are covered with spikes and studded bracelets, my short purple hair is spiked up, and I have black lines around my naturally gray eyes, but now my eyes are red thanks to contacts, black eye shadow, and black lipstick. I glare at some old people as I continue on my way. I found my gate, the plane was not there yet, so I say down and one of the chairs, pulling out the brochure from my bag.

There are very few schools in the world that can boast a history like that

of The King's School Ely. The school was founded over 1,000 years ago and

King Edward the Confessor, who died in 1066, was educated in the magnificent

buildings around Ely Cathedral, which are still used by the school today.

King's is a friendly, caring community, which aims to inspire all its pupils

- from Nursery to Sixth Form - first to discover their talents and then to

make the most of them. The majority of pupils progress to leading

universities including Oxford and Cambridge.

Wow, this school sounds like it for the rich and famous or something, I thought. "Gate 66 is now loading" some voice over a speaker said. I glanced around at the people surrounding the gate, all old people. I grab my boarding bag and walk over to the flight attendant and hand her my ticket, she smiles at me and I just walk by not giving her even a small smile.

I walk down the isles and look for my seat, Yay the window seat; I sit down and place my bags at my feet. I pull out my headphones and Mp3, its Samantha's she doesn't know I have it. Just as I get ready to push play I hear, "Cheers." I look up at the young man standing next to my seat, "Looks like we be sharing a seat." He smiles at me and sits down, he has short black hair, kind of spiked up in the back, he has brown eyes framed with square glasses with a black frame, he is wearing a pair of black jeans,

and an Anthrax shirt. I smile at him and look back down at my ipod; "Antisocial" by Anthrax was playing. I guess my music was pretty loud because the guy looked back over at me, "You like them?"

"Yeah there ok, I'm more of an A.F.I. kind of girl but they’re not bad."

He gives me a weird look, "You're a Yank?"

"A what?"

"Er, American, sorry."

"Yea I'm from LA, is Yank slang or something?" I ask, he sort of blushes and looks down, "Yea guess it is. What is someone from LA, doing going to England?"

"I'm going to a boarding school there," I reach in to my bag and pull out the brochure and hand it to him. "The Kings School Ely, that's a good school, the uniforms suck but other then that the schools ok." He says handing the brochure back to me. "Have you been there before?" I ask him.

"Yes, actually I go there now, I am in the Twelfth year." He says, I yawn and lay back on my seat. He blushes a little and places an arm around my shoulders and pull me so I am laying my head on his shoulder, then there was darkness.

”Miss Jamie. Miss Jamie.” I slowly open my eyes and am staring in to the brown ones of my companion. "Hmm."

"We’re here. We need to get off the plane now." He says and helps me stand up; I nod my head and pick up my bag. His arm slips around my waist and we step out of the plane.

"Chris, my boy, how was your flight?" I look up at the sound of the voice; there stood an older version of the guy next to me, Chris. "It was fine father; I made a friend on my way." I look up at Chris and he just smiles down at me, God I hope that I didn't look a mess. "Hello sir." I said, I sounded so small and pathetic. "Jamie here will be going to school with me." Chris tells his father. I glance at him, I

never told him my name how did he know it. "Jamie where are you staying until school starts?" Chris father asks me. "When does school start?" I ask back, I know it's rude to answer a question with a question, but I needed to know. "Three weeks." Chris answers me. I silently calculate my money in my

mind, yes I would have enough to stay at some cheap hotel for three weeks, I think. "I find some hotel to stay at, after I go to the bank and switch my money over." I give Chris a small smile, "Thank you for all your help and keeping me occupied for some of the trip." I say then turn to his father and

offer my hand, "It was really nice meeting you." I then turn to walk off to find the bagged claim.

I wonder around on my own for a while, who knew that airports were so different. I finely come to my bagged claim, and see my one bag going in circles; I reach down and grab it. "Jamie."

I turn and look behind me, "hello Chris, long time no see." I say smiling. He smiles back, "umm, I was er, wondering if you would umm-"

"What my son is trying to say is would you like to stay with us until school starts, that way Chris could fill you in on the rules, classes, and any other important thing like that." His father said from behind him.

I blink a few times to clear my head, "I would be honored sir, but I don't want to be a burden."

"Non-sense." He says waving his hand. "Thank you sir." I say with a small smile. Chris takes my hand and leads me from the building. I stop moving once I see their car, wait not a car it's a freaking limo. I

look up at Chris and he just smiles at me and leads me to it. "You know being from LA you would think you'd seen a limo before." He says jokingly. "Ha ha, I have seen one before, just never been in one." I say looking around. The ride to their house was pretty silent. We pull up into the driveway of this huge ancient mansion.

The three weeks went by so fast, Chris and I became closer, and his parents treated me like family as opposed to mine, every time I tried to call my mom she always hung up on me so I just stopped trying. It was a little uncomfortable here at first especially when they started asking my about my family, once I told them everything was ok. School starts tomorrow and I have everything I'll need including my uniform, which isn't as bad as Chris said it, was; there is a gray skirt, white shirt, tie, blazer, and black tights, and Mary Jane shoes.

The next morning Chris walks me to the office, where I pick up my schedule, English, Math, British Culture, Music, and writing. I look up at Chris, "do I have any classes with you?" I ask him, he takes my schedule and nods,

"Yeah all of them." He shakes his head, "Just what I want, to spend the rest of the time with the Yank." He then smiles at me and takes my hand again. I guess we are sort of going out but he hasn't asked yet not really. Classes went by smoothly nothing that is any different; well the math is, I don't know, what I'm going to do. Chris has become my new study buddy and I love that he’s here, but for some odd reason I miss home. I tried calling again, it was Thanksgiving, well at least it was at home. When I called them the operator said that the number had been disconnected. I told Chris, I think I was crying because he just took me in his arms and told me everything was going to be okay. Its mid-December now, we are getting ready to go on Christmas break. Chris and his parents have invited me over to their house with them. I went shopping a few weeks ago for Christmas presents, I still had quite a bit of money saved up; I bought Chris’ mom a pair of pearl earrings, his dad a watch case because he keeps losing his watch. For Chris I bought a friendship bracelet a manly one, a strap and a few picks for his bass guitar. I’m thinking of telling him that I like him, but the problem is what if he doesn’t like me back and I scare him off by telling him that I do like him.

I packed up my one suitcase and walk out of my dorm room; I look down at the note Chris gave me.

Front Hall

2:00 p.m.

I glance at the clock on the mantel 1:45 p.m. I get a better hold of my bag and head off to the main entrance. I walk down the stone steps, about half way down I can see Chris standing there waiting for me, like a Knight.

“Hey Jamie. You ready to go?” Chris asked as I stepped off the last step.

“Yeah I’m ready, Christmas here isn’t really all that different right?” Chris smiles and takes my hand, “no, and if anything is new I’ll help you.” I smile my thanks, I feel his warm skin against mine, the slight calluses feel from him playing guitar. The touch is comforting.

We walkout to the limo and climb in, it’s just us on this trip home, I sigh and lay my head down on his shoulder, he gently wraps his arm around me, “Jamie.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m sorry.” I look up at him, “for what?”

“You haven’t made any friends while you’ve been here. I know that I’m not the most popular guy in school, and hanging out with me probably brought down whatever social chances you had, and I’m sorry for that.” Chris looks down at me apolitically.

“Chris don’t be sorry. You are the first friend I ever really had.” I reach up and place my hands on either side of his face. “You and your family showed me what its like to have someone care for you, meeting you was the best thing that has ever happened to me. You should also know that I don’t care about a social life anyway.” I look at him in the eye and smile; he smiles back, “I love you.” I whisper to him, “I love you too.” He replies then I could feel his soft warm lips against mine; the kiss was slow and unhurried. I lean closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck, his hands move to my waist.

“Umm Sir?”

Chris and I pull apart and look up at the driver, “we are here.”

I look out the window and sure enough there was his house. Chris and I blush and move apart we both fix out appearance and climb out. There is a car parked by the front steps of the house. “Chris are you expecting family?”

“No.”

The butler grabbed our bags and Chris took hold of my hand and we walked into the house. Chris’ mother was at the door waiting for us, she looked up set. “Mother what’s wrong?” Chris asked letting go of my hand and walking up to her. “Jamie’s parents are here and they want to take her home.” She said barely above a whisper. Chris looked over his shoulder at me; I couldn’t believe it why would they travel all the way out here for me, especially after I try to call them for half the year. “Are they just taking her home for Christmas?” Chris asked his mom she shook her head no.

I walked in to the sitting room, and there on the couch was my mom, dad, and sister. “Where is Tommy?” I asked not even saying hello. “He is dead.” My father answered.

Dead…Dead…no I feel my self-falling backwards, but a pair of arms catch me. “Dead how can he be dead, how? What happened?” I ask in a trembling voice. “He is dead and that’s all you need to know, now pack up your things, were leaving.” My father said and the rest of the family stood up. “No.” I said looking at him, “I like it here, I’m staying.” I say standing straight with my head held high. My father just walks up to me and grabs my arm and pulls me towards the door. I try to break away and run towards Chris who was fighting against his father to get to me. I get pushed out the door and in to the car that was sitting there. Dad started the car and was pulling away as Chris burst through the door, I could hear the squeal of the tires as dad hit the gas.

Two weeks later I sat in my room, back in America. My brother was really dead; Mom, Dad, and Samantha are the same as always. I sat down at my desk and started writing a letter to Chris.

Dear Chris,

I love you forever no matter what happens remember that I love you and will always be watching over you. I am sorry that I couldn’t be stronger, and I’m sorry that I couldn’t stay with you, but in the end I will be waiting for you to show up, until that time live out your life.

Love Jamie

I put the letter in the envelope and sat it on the table. I walked over to the bathroom and picked up the razor blade and drug it across my wrist, the blood oozed down my arms like paths of hot lava. I lay down on the floor and passed in to darkness.