Brother and Sister.

Let me just tell you my story. As a child, I wasn't really the type of kid getting along with the others. I had a lot of problem making friends. I think the only friend I had in my life was Brian Jr. Haner. I've met him when I was 5 years old. My parents were friend with his dad, who is also called Brian, and his step mother Suzy. At first, I was always uncomfortable going at their house, I didn't want to see them. I was such a quiet girl and never showing how I felt to anybody. I was just terrified being around people. Mostly, around Brian, he was too sweet with everyone and because of that, he was always into my nightmares at night. I just didn't like him. But the worst was that my parents always forced me to play with even tho I didn't want to. They were trying there best to help me having at least one friend.



Every Wednesday and Friday, we would go to his house after I was done with school. They would put us both outside and look at us play. I was maybe young but not crazy either, I knew what they were doing. I would always stay in my corner and play with the grass. Brian had always be nice to me, he would always hand me one of his toy that I can play with him, but I was just not responding. Once, after a while, I got annoyed and I bit him so hard the he was bleeding, right on his cheek. He didn't want to see me anymore, which was very understandable. So my parents came to the conclusion that I was an aggressive and depressive child. I got followed by a psychologist and a doctor. They put me on medication for a while. What was very wrong cause I wasn't depressive, I was only anti-social. Anyway, few years passed and I started to talk to others, I didn't really have friends but I was more social so I was fine now. As I got older I started to discover myself also. I discovered my love for heavy metal, rock and punk music. Again, for my parents, it wasn't normal to listen to that kind of music. But I liked it and no one could change it!


At 12 years old, I learned that my parents had a car accident. A big one. They didn't survive. The same day, Brian's dad came to pick me up from school. I was old enough to understand that my parents chose Brian Sr and Suzy to take care of me if something happened to them. I didn't have any grand parents or aunts and uncles so..


Here is me. I'm Hayley Parker, 18 years old, living in the same house as the little boy I hated so much when I was a kid. Who is, by the way, my best friend.

Notes

Hi everyone! I'm writing a new fiction as you can see! I just wanted to post my intro but the first chapter will come a tiny little bit later, I just want to get a bit more advanced with it before posting the first chapter! But I really can't wait to get comments and yeah..

If you are interested,I'm still writing my sequel to my first story..

Just go and get a look if you want of course ;)

Thank you xx