Just One

1-Hello!

My name is Issac Russel Runch. Nice to meet you! Have i got a story to tell you. Before i get to that, though, let me properly introduce myself. I am thirteen years old and an orphan. Surprise! Bet you didn't expect me to just bluntly say it like that, did you? Well, you learn something new every day. I only recently became an orphan and can i say it's not the dancing, singing and moping around that they show you in the movies. It's more of a gut wrenching feeling, especially when you learn about it from someone else and aren't there to say goodbye to the only two people in your life that really supported you in everything that you did.

But we'll get to that depressing part of my life later. For now, i just want to explain to you my current situation. My older sister, Emilia Fiona Runch, is sixteen and an absolute pain in my backside. All she did was  complain and complain about how Dad will never see her get married and dance with her at her wedding and how Mom would have been so happy to see her with her new boyfriend, Zachary Pentland. (This guy is an even bigger pain, and is the most suspicious being on the planet.) My younger brother, Jackson Glenn, is eight and the most innocent thing ever brought into this world. When we told him Mom and Dad weren't coming back to read him a story one night, he seemed broken for a few seconds with a smla frown on his face to breaking out in what i could tell as a forced and confused smile and said "That's okay, i'll wait." And he did wait, resulting in no sleep that night and hell being rained upon us all through out the next day I, on the other hand, was surprisingly (Yes, even to my own self) not very much affected by the news of their deaths. I mean, i was a devastated, i didn't hate my parents. I feel like i never spent enough time with them to feel my soul ripped out when i found out they died. This unfortunate hardship came with being the middle child. Oh well, there is nothing that i could but visit their graves and tell them about my day, which I didn't do much when they were alive.

Also, don't feel bad for me. I know it sounds like i am searching for a pity party, but I'm really not. I extremely kept to myself and emotional. Half of the things im saying i dont mean and I'm just telling you these things so that when I die, this trilling tale is not lost to the world.