Chapter one:

"Wake uuuppp" a voice comes out from the dark as I felt someone jumping on my body and tickling me to get out. Without noticing who this is I yelled back and tried to ignore wishing it'll go away.

For a minute or so it faded, no sound, no weight on my body. Only the peaceful and satisfying sleep.

"Woosh" is the sound that my blanket made when it was taken away from me. I open my eyes and to my surprise, I see my small brother all excited and impatient for me to get out.

"Carlos! we have to go, we're late" he said. I grabbed my phone and checked the time, 3:45 am.

And with only a few words everything comes back to me, I remember what am I late for and why I was so desperate to sleep and never wake up.

"Shit" I start pulling off my pajamas and changing into my clothes.

I haven't introduced myself, I'm Carlos as you heard earlier,
Carlos Nieves and that idiotic of small brat is my brother Ivan.

What could I say about me which would actually sound interesting, let me think...

Oh yeah, I got Hispanic looks (according to others) even though I am far from being one, I wonder if I'm adopted.

About social status, I'm kind of the 'golden boy' of Eleniel high School,  the one who got the hottest and most popular girl but I pretty much hated it. The fact that they chose my label instead of me leads to myself being the bad boy of the school. And because of them choosing, I ignore what it is like to be yourself without being rated or labeled.

A yell flashes me out of my 'mental introductions'.

"Hurry up!" I hear my mum yell from downstairs as I slide through the ramp to not hear any other complains about me being late..again.

I still can't believe I'm leaving all this past life behind, not that it was an amazing one but starting all over sounds like so much effort.

I am typically considered as a hot,  cool outsider although I didn't want to be labeled this way since this isnt who I am, but if this isnt who I am then 'who am I?'

"You are Carlos you dumb face" Ivan smirks. Wow, was I that loud? I told myself wondering if my idiotic of a small brother has heard more.

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Squeezing inside the car not feeling anything because of the sweat invading the car, since when haven't I went on a road trip? With friend?ehh never
Family? Don't even think about it.

With the earphones in my ears and the music bursting, it feels good

I remember years ago someone told me I should take caution when it comes to love, I did.

One of my favorite places are cars, I think it because there is no pressure since you cant do anything. Like for example, no one can ask you to bring you something since you can't move or whatever. Don't try to understand, I am weird.

Tell them what I hoped would be impossible, impossible, impossible.

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I feel my shoulders being shaken in a rough and unregular pattern, as I open my eyes at an extremely slow speed.

And there it is, where it will all begin, and where I have the chance to be who I want to be without any labels. I had a thought of being a quiet person and not get involved in any mischievous acts.

Stepping out of the car to see a peaceful town, but still a kind of crowded.

We now lived in an apartment next to a theatre, the Russel theatre where it is written: "Welcome to Maysville".

Someone comes out of the theatre with his arms wide open like preparing for a hug yelling ;
"You finally arrived" hugging and kissing us on both cheeks.

I had no idea who that stranger was, but with the way he greeted us and how my mom looked practically fine with that, I guess his family.

"Boys, this is your uncle, my brother, Joe," said my dad.

"Nice to meet you, Joe," Ivan and I said together.

After their long talk about how they used to annoy the teachers in high school, Joe finally gives us the keys. As I run upstairs to choose my room. I know, I know I am 17 but I still fight with my brother for a room or worse, a song on the radio.

Our uncle has already covered the beds and the pillows. I could just sleep at this second precisely, and that's what I did.

How the apartments are designed for people with stalking habits.
When looking through my window I could see someone else's room.
Note to self: buy curtains

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