Charlie

"Charlie! It's getting late! You need to get out of bed, or else you're going to be late for school," Aunt Rebecca shouted from the bottom of the stairs, which I call her mom because a mom who loves you wouldn’t do what my mom did. Dear reader, you will learn more as you read why.

"I'm already up mom, I just got out of the shower, and I'm about to get ready now!" I replied.

“I got the feeling that you'd wake up late, so I made your breakfast. Your credit card is on the dining table, so remember to take it before leaving for school. I’m running late for work, so I'll see you tonight. Make sure that you lock up all the doors and windows before you leave,” Rebecca began in a severe tone as she held her documents tightly in her hand. “I already gave you the direction for your new school last night, so just type the address I gave you in your GPS, or else you'll end up lost; please drive safely. I cannot lose anyone else, and try having a good day at school, honey,” Aunt Rebecca said.

"I’ll try mom, promise me you'll try having a good day at work as well," Charlie said, matching her aunt’s serious tone.

I've been staying with Aunt Rebecca for more than a year now, ever since my father William died. But honestly, a day doesn't go by that I don't think about him. It pains my heart to know that I have to live in regret and guilt for what I did to him. It's just a heavy burden on my shoulders.

As I glanced at my phone, my eyes bulged out of my head, the brightness of my phone screen, and the time caught my eyes, “Dang!”

After searching for something cute to wear to school, I settled on a purple tank top and black denim shorts, paired with a purple converse. Luckily, the clothes that I picked to wear to school were elastic. So, it only took me a few seconds to get ready.

Fully clothed, I pulled my curly blonde hair up in a neat bun and quickly did a light make-up that highlighted my features.

Pleased with how beautiful and hot I looked in the mirror, I took my black matey bag up off my suitcase, then placed my phone and purse inside of it and then practically ran down the stairs.

As I reached downstairs, I curiously went into the dining room to see what my Aunt Rebecca made for my breakfast.

As I got to the table and spotted my breakfast, I screamed as I took off the cover covering my food. On a plate laid two strawberry pancakes and a warm cup of milk. I mean, who doesn't love strawberries? I could eat strawberries for the whole day and not get tired of the taste.

A moan escaped my lips as one of the crunchy strawberries hit my taste buds. But then, I remembered that I was running late for school. So, I had to devour the pancakes because I didn't want to create a bad impression on my first day.

After eating, I washed out the dirty plate and teacup that I used and quickly took my credit card off the dining table. I placed it inside my cute purse and then proceeded to lock up the doors and the windows and rushed to my red Porsche car.

I’m sorry I forgot to introduce myself. It slipped my mind; my name is Charlie Brown. I am seventeen years old. I have had a butterfly tattoo on my leg going on for two years now. I can sing, I love to read, I’m a people person, and I also have an identical twin by the name of Carter Brown.

My mom and my twin hate me because, according to them, I killed my father. I don’t blame them for saying that I killed him because it's true.

A couple of seconds after walking towards the garage, I spotted my red Porsche. I got in, then my subconscious made me typed in the address my Aunt gave me in my GPS, and within a minute, I was off.

On my way to school, I was thinking back on the last time I saw my father just a year ago

A year ago...

"Daddy, can you go buy me ice cream, please? I'm on my period, and you know ice cream is the only thing that can ease the pain,'' I grumbled.

"Can you wait until the game is done? I don't want to lose the game, sweetie. I'm in the middle of the game, and you know I cannot pause the game,” William said in a harsh tone.

"Daddy, you have to go now, besides I’m more important than your stupid game," Charlie mumbled with her puppy dog eyes. She knew her father couldn't resist.

"You know that I cannot resist your puppy dog eyes, sweetie. You're too cute when you do that thing with your eyes. So should I buy the rum and raisin ice cream, or should I surprise you with something different for a change?" William asked his daughter, with a smirk plastered on his face.

“Dad, you know rum and raisin is my only favorite ice cream, and you know I hate surprises," Charlie responds, feeling the urge to cry.

"I'll be right back then. Tell your mom and Carter that I'll be back within an hour," William said with a sigh after he turned the TV off.

"I'll go tell them; they are just in the kitchen," Charlie added quickly.

Five hours have now passed, and my daddy still hasn't returned home. My mother, Munchy and Carter were worried it would be an understatement. Mom called dad's phone several times, but it kept going to voicemail which caused more tension in the air.

I watched as Carter turned towards me and narrowed his eyes while he spoke up, saying. "If anything, ever happens to father, you're going to pay," Carter said as he folded his fist, proving that he wasn't joking.

My heartbeat quickened as I heard my brother's voice break because he was crying. I then turned my head to look at my mother with tears in my own eyes as I uttered the few words that flashed through my mind.

"I'm sor...ry for ask...ing da ddy to go get me…." Charlie stuttered nervously, but sadly she didn't get to finish her sentence.

I was cut off from saying anything else because the house phone in the dining room we were currently in started to ring.

I watched as my mother rushed for the phone. She answered the phone with confusion about who could be calling at this time of the night.

Well, I suppose that's how you could describe the look she had on her face when she answered the phone. As I looked at my mother, I saw her sunk to the ground and started crying out of nowhere. Not knowing what to do, I got up from the couch and headed towards her and went on my knees and asked her the one question that came to mind.

"Mom! what's wrong? Who was on the….?" I questioned worriedly but was interrupted.

My mother hit me across my face so hard that I stumbled backward and hit my head on the hard tile. I waited for a few minutes before I lifted my head and balanced myself up, not wanting the burning sensation throughout my body to increase.

To my surprise, when I touched the back of my head with my right hand, I felted a pool of warm liquid dripping in my palm; everything just happened so fast.

Carter rushed to my side to help me up, but then my mother spoke up. "Carter, she doesn't deserve your help. Let her be. She killed your father," Munchy said, sobbing.

Carter let go of my hand instantly upon hearing the words my mother had said. In the corner of my eyes, I could see the look of betrayal and pain written all over his face. At that moment, I wanted to cry, but my tears were far away, and just like that.

I collided back to the hard white tile. This time my head spun until everything went jet black.

I opened my eyes many hours later. I yawned. I needed more sleep and a bottle of heartache medicine. My head was killing me.

That is when I heard my mother speaking loudly on the phone, arguing outside my bedroom door.

I got up from my bed swiftly to head outside to ask what the fuss was all about, but I stopped when I saw all of my suitcases and a note laying neatly on the floor.

On the front of the paper were two words that stated 'READ ME' in capital letters. Out of curiosity, I slowly picked the note up, opened it, and read it at a minimum speed.

Dear Charlie,

I’m sorry, but this is for the best. I no longer want you in this house; each time I look at you, I see my husband you murdered.

I spoke with Carter, and he feels the same way. He said that he didn't want to be in the same room with you. He told you that you'd pay last night if anything happened to his father, and you will.

You're just a selfish little bitch, who thinks of no one but herself. I am no longer your mother, and Carter is no longer your brother.

Get out of my house as soon as you read this letter. I've already packed all of your clothes and you if you're wondering where you're gonna go.

I called my sister and told her of my situation, and she agreed to take you in. As I said before, I want you out of my house and never come back, and I am pretty sure you know the direction to your Aunt Rebecca's house already.

Hate,

Munchy (ex-mother)

Carter (ex twin)

With tears in my eyes, I took the suitcases off the ground, placed them on my bed, and quickly placed the letter inside my favorite pink bag.

Then, I rushed to my bathroom. I took a quick shower then brushed my teeth because my mom didn’t add my bathroom stuff. Next, I took two pills to help with the headache I had.

Finally, added my bathroom things into my bags. After I was done, I walked back into what I used to call my room and looked at the pictures my family and I took a couple of years ago.

Tears stung my eyes as I looked at the last picture my Dad and I took together. I took all of the images of myself and some with my father. Since my mother and brother don't want to be a part of my life anymore. I don't want them in my life either.

It was surprising that Carter always stood up for me, the one who dried my tears when I didn't want to. The only person I truly trust with everything betrayed me. Who knew that when my father died, the rest of the family bonds would too?

"I guess it's all for the best," Charlie sighed to her inner self.

I removed all the pictures off the wall and on my dresser and put them in my black suitcase.

After I was done, I grabbed my car keys and hurriedly paced down the stairs to head to my new home. As I was walking down towards the door, I heard a familiar voice spoke up, saying.

"You better not show up back here again!" Munchy shouted angrily.

"Don't worry, I won't," I said before marching outside of the house she once called home.

I got in my red Porsche car that my Dad brought me a year ago for my sixteenth birthday and sped off to my new home. It's a good thing I got along with my Aunt Rebecca well.

She doesn't have kids. I don’t like competing with people.

Within fifteen minutes, I arrived at Aunt Rebecca's house. I slowly parked my car in her garage and took out my suitcases. Trust me, I don't know how my suitcases hold so many clothes.

They all felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.

I took a deep breath before I rang the doorbell. To say I’m nervous would be an understatement. Still, when Rebecca opened the door, I relaxed as Rebecca pulled me in a tight, loving hug.

It took me more than an hour to explain everything; that happened to my aunt. I had to rub my eyes a lot with a few rolls of tissue, as I couldn’t control my tears. Rebecca hugged me the entire time that I was crying.

She even whispered soothing things to help calm me down. I'm happy that Aunt Rebecca didn't think it was my fault that my father died. Instead, she simply understood, and that's all I need right now.

After I finished explaining what happened to my Aunt, she showed me to my new room.

When we got there, I was shocked that my mouth fell to the ground, it was twice the size of my previous room and trust me my old room was big.

As I pulled up in front of a vast building, a horn took me out of my thoughts and read the sign in bold letters: YORK BROWN'S HIGH. I sighed to myself as I was at the right place. Then, with a bright smile, I searched for an empty parking space to park my Porsche. It only took me a minute before I could find the perfect spot to park.

I took my matey bag off the passenger seat, pulled it over my shoulder lightly before opening my car door, stepped out, then locked my car door and placed my car keys in my matey bag.

I observed the place as I ambled inside of the massive school. It's nothing compared to my previous old school.

It wasn't until then that I realized that a lot of students were staring at me. Some girls glared at me for what I have no idea. I'm guessing it's because of how hot I looked. Some boys gave me whistles when I flashed them a smile, a wink, or a wave.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I hit my head on a wall. That's funny because the wall moved, and I’m 100% sure that walls cannot move.

I tilted my head up to look at the person I bumped into, and surprisingly it was a guy around my age. His eyes were blue like the very ocean, he had full pink lips that looked quite soft, he had pretty black hair that looked a little messy, and you could see that he worked out due to the tight blue shirt he had on that printed out his eight pack. He is very muscular and could make any girl drool, not that I would be. I’m just observing. He cleared his throat, gaining my attention.

"You like what you see, princess?" An unknown guy asked with a smirk.

His comment saddened me a little when he called me that nickname because my dad used to call me that. But I blinked back the tears

"I've seen better," Charlie states with a smirk of her own.

With that, I walked away in search of the principal's office. I walked for about 5 minutes when I heard the bell rung signaling that all classes were about to begin. I sighed with relief when I saw a sign that said, 'Principal's Office.' I didn't want to draw any more attention to myself than I already did. I knocked on the door, then seconds later I heard a lovely lady voice spoke up.

"Come in," A woman spoke up in a soothing voice.

I stepped inside and took a deep breath because I knew that the conversation was going to be awkward.

"Good morning. I am new here. My name is Charlie Brown, my Aunt Rebecca said that I was supposed to come to your office to collect a paper with the classes. I have a paper with my locker number," Charlie spoke up, saying confidently.

"Good morning, Miss Brown. I am Mrs. Rider. You may have a seat, dear. I'll go get the paperwork,” As Mrs. Rider was leaving the room stated. “It’ll only take a minute.”

I sat down uncomfortably as I waited for Mrs. Rider. One minute later, she came back with two papers. I looked down at my timetable paper, only to see that I had English for my first period.