The Lives We Live Chapter 3 The Lives We Live They stared at me for a second looking almost a little scared. " Uh.." I began when I heard someone coming up the stairs. " What did mom and dad tell you two about argue-" she froze when she seen me and got a confused smile on her face. " Byron?" She said crossing her arms. I nodded slowly. I couldn't remember who she was for a minute. Then it hit me. She was my cousin, Lisa, who was only a year younger then I was. When we kids our height wasn't much different but now I towered over her. " Boys take turns and stop fighting. Dinner will be ready soon." Lisa said shooing them off. They left quietly. " So long time no see huh?" She said brushing past me and sitting on the bed in what was now my room. " Yeah." I responded awkwardly. I hadn't seen these people in ages. They probably thought I was screwed up some how. " So! Tell me how the #life of 17 year old Byron has been!" Lisa sounded very enthused and I wondered if Aunt Maria had actually told her I was coming or anything. I wondered if she had told anyone, I was coming.

The Lives We Live Chapter 2 The Lives We Live I hadn't noticed I had fallen asleep until I felt the minivan come to a stop. I lifted my head off of the passenger window and glanced around. My aunt, Maria, smiled down at me. " Home sweet home. " he said with a happy sigh. Her house had a hectic roll to it. Her and her husband, my uncle Bob, had 6 kids of their own. All of them under my age of 17. Out of the 6 of them I only remembered two. Lisa,16, and Jamie, 14. It had been years since I had seen either of them. My aunt and my mom never talked very much. " We have a spare room you'll be staying in just upstairs to your right." Aunt Maria yelled over the noise of three of her rug rats running through the halls yelling or fighting. I couldn't tell. The room was a good size. A bed and a dresser and two nightstand on either side of the bed were the contents of the room. One window and what I was assuming was a closet door. The view out my window had woods. Orange and red leaves on the ground and all through our the woods as far as I could see. I heard a loud bang on the door and then yelling. " No I was using it give it back! " one voice yelled. " you have to share Newt it's not fair!" A smaller voice. I opened my door and two younger boys tumble over, shutting up when they say me.

The Lives We Live Chapter 1 The Lives we live I guess I should have seen it coming. She was sick in a way that no one and no medicine could fix. A way that drove her off the top of our apartment building. Despite the many things they tried and we tried nothing could wrap around her thick yet broken skull. My mom was mentally unstable from the time my father left us to the time of her death. Last week. We weren't close or anything so the years at her funeral were more frustration then sadness. " Byron." I heard someone say behind me. When I spun around I found my aunt standing there with an apologetic smile. " Time to go." I nodded, slung my back pack over my should and grabbed the last of my boxes. This would be the last time I set foot in this house. Or even lived near it for a long time.