I know something you don't. *CAMPFIRE*

Prologue:
Before I start, I'd like to say a few things. My name is louis and I was born on 8th October 1998. People don't ever know how to pronounce my name, which really gets on my tits. You see, thats what I hate about teachers. When they say my name wrong, they don't learn, they just keep on calling my lewis.
THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL, AND IS IN NO WAY BASED ON ANY LIVING PEOPLE.



Chapter One: I know Something You Don't.

“Okay!” I snap to my mum as the door slams in my face.
“When we get more money,” I hear her scream back.

I feel sorry for my mum, being single and all. Whenever things go wrong she always blames herself, even when she isn't at fault. Although we have fights many times a day, I still love her. I'm just not sure she feels the same about me.

As I wake up the next morning, I'm surrounded my flashing lights and sirens. Someone grabs me by the wrist and leads me downstairs; It's mum. She then takes me outside to a waiting ambulance.
“It's your sister,” mum says calmly, as though nothing has ever happened between us yesterday.
Wiping the sleep out of my eyes, I follow mum's request to come in the ambulance with her. As I clamber in, the driver calls out some medical terms about obs or something to the paramedic on the other side of my sisters bed. She reaches over and grasps my hand in hers, and quitely whispers
“Shes going to be fine.” I know thats not going to be the case, though.


Chapter Two: Skin Grafts & Cold Blooded Evidence.