A fresh start. That’s what everyone was saying they needed. You especially. Everyone treated you like something fragile. Maybe you where. About to break apart at any minute. It’d be logical though. You just lost both of your parents in a double suicide. It’s not exactly something easy to cope with, especially at just 17.

Which is why the courts sent you and your brother to your uncle in the south. A marine. Could your life get any worse? Probably. Your brother was the confident and outgoing one. You where the weird quiet one, that everyone thought was adopted. Maybe you where? Why couldn’t your dad kill you as well. It’s be easier.

Your brother was staring at you while driving his pickup. You where both headed to your new high school. He seemed to have been talking to you during your little pity session. He was the golden child. Everyone loved him. Dirty blond hair, tall, muscular, green eyes, a charming smile and personality and a star quarterback. You? Brown hair, brown eyes and on the verge of depression.