Chapter 1 ( recall)

"Ian!" mom yelled from the kitchen,I was staring down at the math that I had to do. I hate math, why did someone invent math? I donno I'm not mister einstin or what ever you call that man. I am Ian True a twelve year old boy that hates math and has dyslexia, badly the letter littalary, sorry I don't know how to spell like I said I'm dyslexic and its hard for me to learn. Of course my mom and dad keep thinking I can take over the family besiness when I get older, hell no. my older sister can do so, I want nothing to do with the family . kill me if I have to do the family besiness .
"Ian!" Mom screeched like a crow.
I groaned and got to my feet and opened my door and accended the stairs to the kitchen, which was huge by the way. Mom's a cook so she needs a huge kitchen for all her crap.
"I-"
"I'm here," I cut her off, she spun on her heel and glared at me; I shrugged.
"take out the garbage," she growled.
"Fine," then mummbled" b*tch..."
"what did you say?"
"Bit I said bit," I said, I said defesivly.
I grabbed the garbage, and exited the house leaving the door wide open.
"Close the darn door!" Mom yelled then slammed the door -HARD!-, I flinched and opened the garbage can and threw it in there.
I jumped at a noise and I glanced around quickly.
Nothing.
I heard it again, I was trying to pin-point where the noise had come from. I couldn't find it so I went inside and trugged up to my room to do homework.
When I got there I found a dead body, not just any my mom. there was a message on the wall written in blood.

True... to be true nothing can stop me, nothing will stop me True join me True and feel power!

It knew my name.
I recalled the noise, was it the creature that had done this.... what had done this.
I knelt on the blood socked carpet.
My life was hell and what was going on.

Chapter 2 (monster)

I awoke that next mourning, I had a headache. Not really sure why, I sat up and looked around nothing. I tredded to the kitchen, I then remembered mom was dead. hm shouldn't I be more sad then I am? actually better to ask do I really have a heart?
Donno, I've never loved my family so I don't care.
They didn't love me back so there fore screw it no intentions of love and no intentions of having a loving life. Just cold hearted and dead.
I took out the milk and started to drink it out of the carten not really caring what my other family memeber would think of me.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.04.2012

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