McCall
It was 2:00 am and my parents were still fighting. They argued about a man named Scott, Scott McCall. I didn't know that person. My brother was 21 years old and he was a very good father. His name was Toby Pemburu. He protected me from my fights because he read me a book until any fighting noise was not heard. My brother avoided talking about things we heard on their fights because we knew this would bring more and more fights. But I know he knew why my parents were fighting about this man. I couldn't stand this anymore. Two pairs of socks, a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. All in my backpack. My brother was waitong for me on the Van. I woke up, it was Monday. My first Monday in Beacon Hills. My first Monday in a new life. As I sat on my desk, a boy sat next to me. -Hi- He said like if he has been waiting for me , like if he knew me. -Hi- I anwered, scared about his detective look. One second later I remembered the advirtesment of my broter: -Do not talk to anyone!...