First Chapter

So this is the last time I am blogging this week. Maybe. We'll see. So I know I've led you on for a while so here's the first chapter of my story, sorry if some things are spelt wrong, and yes I am posting right here (it leaves out the whole pdf problem on some computers). Sorry, It's kinda lengthy and puncuation isn't so good (but don't worry it's bloggers fault, not mine).

Liam
August 23rd

“What do you mean I'm fired?” Liam asked.
“I'm sorry Mr. Mayrick. You never show up to work on time and you slack off when you're here,” Mr. Huntley said.
Liam removed his hat and pin and handed it to his ex-boss.
“Here you go then, I'll return my uniform when it's washed.”
Graham Huntley nodded and grabbed the hat out of Liam's hands. Liam took a final look around the ice cream parlour and inhaled the fresh scent of waffle cones. He sighed and walked out the door without taking a second glance. The walk to the bus stop was long, it felt even longer given the fact that it was raining. Liam wanted to speed up but his legs didn't catch up with his body, his feet crossed and he stumbled as he went to take a step. Regaining his balance, he stood and wiped the mud off of his knees.
“That stains not going to come out. So much for returning my uniform.”
Many cars drove by as Liam walked along the sidewalk. Some avoided the larger puddles; others didn't care and drove through them splashing Liam as he walked. Finally he approached his destination, he sat on a near by bench unsure of when the next bus was arriving. Liam picked up his backpack of the ground where he had put it. The bottom was wet and the red die of the bag ran down into the white stripes on the side. Liam unzipped the bag and reached in, his hand searching for extra change. He found just enough for bus fare plus a few extra pennies, he left his wallet untouched. The bus pulled up in front of the bus stop and Liam couldn't get off the bench fast enough.
“Rotten weather for sitting on that bench,” the bus driver said.
Liam nodded, not making direct eye contact with the driver.
“That'll be a dollar twenty-five.”
Liam dropped the bus fare into the slot and carried on past the bus driver. The bus was empty, Liam headed to the back corner seat. He went to reach for his bag to grab his sweater but as he reached towards the floor, the only thing his hand grasped was air. A strike of heat flashed across Liam's face, he panicked, the bus started to drive away. Liam pressed his face against the window and watched as the bus drove away from his back pack. He kicked the seat in front of him. The world felt as if it had just started spinning rapidly. Liam stared out of the window watching all the familiar surroundings speed by. He reached for the string at the top of the bus and pulled it with all his might. The bell buzzed warning the driver to halt at the next stop. The bus slowed down to a gradual stop, Liam stood up and the bus jolted when it came to a final stop. He jerked and walked to the front.
“Thanks for the ride,” he said leaving the bus.
The driver nodded and closed the door. Liam walked down the street and approached a brick apartment building. The front doors were glass and the lights inside had a bright glow. Liam yanked on the doors and faced the intercom. He pressed the numbers 4-1-5. The ringing filled the small room leading into the lobby.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Aiden, are you up for some company?”
“Always have time for my little bro,” he said.
A loud buzz rang in Liam’s ears and the door clicked open. Liam walked through the spacious lobby; the green paint reflected against his skin. He walked up the stairs and through the dark hall. Every few meters a small lonely lamp lit the space around it. Liam approached a wooden door with the number 415 painted across the top. He knocked loudly and turned the door knob. He kicked his shoes off and through them to wall.
“Why are you so wet? And the mud? And the-”
“Save it. I got fired, walked to the bus, fell in the mud, sat on the bench in the pouring rain, and lost my backpack.”
“There's a bus shelter at the stop.”
“I figured things couldn't get any worse, so I sat in the rain. Guess I was wrong.”
Liam flopped over on the couch across from Aiden's blue chair. He could feel the moisture from his clothes seep into the material of the couch. He ran his fingers through his hair.
“And how did you get fired from a job as simple as the ice cream parlour?”
“I don't know. I don't need any of your I'm the big brother lectures either. I know Mom and Dad are dead, but so what? I'm eighteen and just moved into my own apartment, you don't need to lecture me anymore.”
“I wasn't going to.”
“Oh.”
The two became silent as they watched television. The channels all seemed to blur together. Liam felt his eye lids become really heavy and his body stiffen. The noise of the television became really loud as he drifted off. His head fell and he jolted into an upward position. “I'd better go home. I'm falling asleep here.”
“Ok bro, see ya later.”
Liam walked down the quiet halls of the building and out the lobby doors. The rain had slowed down to a quiet drizzle. A few blocks down from Aidan's apartment stood Liam's apartment. It was a lot older than Aidan's and didn't have any physical appeal but a home was a home. Liam jiggled the key in the door knob the lock clicked open. He fought with the key until it finally let go of its hold in the door. He trudged into his small apartment leaving his sneakers in the front closet. He pealed his shirt off and through it the hamper which looked like a rather large waste basket. He hopped in the shower and washed off the mud and rain water. He slid into a pair of pyjama pants that were too big around the waist, and pulled a white shirt over his head; it was tight and outlined his muscles. He flopped onto his bed and flicked on the television. Nothing was on at 1 am; well there was stuff on, but nothing worth watching. Finally, Liam settled for watching the news.
“A man was shot and killed on the outside of town today. The name was not relea-”
Liam clicked the T.V. off. Anything was better than watching news about shootings and car accidents and all the other bad things about the world. Liam closed his eyes and drifted into a light sleep. The next morning he awoke to the sun shining in his eyes. Liam buried his face in his pillow, determined to fall back asleep and block out the reality of the day. The phone rang loudly and Liam hesitated to answer it. Finally, he flung his feet over the side of the bed and walked over to the phone. The lifted the phone of its base and pressed the talk button. “Hello?”
“Hey little bro! Wanna go for a coffee? Maybe they'll be hiring,” he laughed.
“Sure, I'll go for a coffee, but not for a job. That's not even funny, Aidan.”
“Sure it is! You're just lucky Mom and Dad left you loads of money in their will or you wouldn't even be living in your apartment.”
“I'm not lucky, Aidan! If I was lucky Mom and Dad wouldn't be dead!”
“Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I know how touchy you are about the topic.” “Whatever. Where are we going for coffee?”
“Tim Horton’s?” Aidan suggested.
“Sure, I'll be there in like 15 minutes.”
“15?”
“5 to change, 10 to walk. I don't have a car you know!”
“Fine, 15 minutes.”
Liam hung up and opened his closet. He replaced his current top with a plain black t-shirt and his pants with a pair of jeans. He quickly ran a comb through his hair and slid into a comfortable pair of sneakers. The halls in the almost vacant building were quiet, except for the slim buzzing of the ceiling lights. Liam pushed on the glass door that led outside the building. Liam inhaled the fresh air and sighed. The morning traffic sped by and birds sat on the electrical wires above. Liam started walking, his head was down. He tried to avoid as much eye contact with pedestrians as possible. Liam soon found himself staring at a pair of shoes that were not his. He raised his head and came face to face with a man. He was wearing an apron filled with newspapers and was holding one of the papers out to Liam.
“Would you be interested in purchasing today’s paper?”
“No thanks,” and with that Liam picked up the pace of his steps. He didn’t look back at the man with the newspaper in his hand.
He found interest in kicking a small rock along the sidewalk as he continued to walk. A car slowed down and pulled over to the sidewalk next to Liam.
“Need a ride?”
Liam looked up and saw a tiny silver Porsche and the face of his eager brother in the driver’s seat.
“Tim Horton’s is just up the road,” he said.
“So? Save yourself some time.”
Liam shook his head and jumped into the passenger’s seat. He rolled the window up and flicked through the radio stations.
“So what’s new?”
“Nothing,” he said without emotion.
“You watched the news last night, didn’t you?” Aidan said with a disapproving voice.
Liam stayed silent. He was glad when the car pulled into the parking lot. He exited the car and walked into the building. He sucked in the sweet smell of coffee and donuts. Aiden stood in line next to Liam.
“What are you getting?” Liam asked.
“Just a coffee, you?”
“Hot chocolate.”
“Wow, something must really be bothering you if you’re having hot chocolate.”
Liam never had hot chocolate unless he felt upset, or something was bothering him that he couldn’t figure out. At last, the two arrived at the counter and placed their orders. The lady at the cash was quick about making their drinks. She smiled at Aidan as they walked to the only vacant table.
“So what’s bothering you?”
“Nothing.”
“You lie!” Aidan said.
Liam took a sip of his hot chocolate.
“It’s Mom and Dad isn’t it?”
Liam stayed silent.
“Liam, Mom and Dad are gone. Sure, it was because they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. You can’t live your life scared of the real world, or depressed. Mom and Dad wouldn’t want that.”
“I know!” He yelled, slamming his hands on the table.
A few people around them turned their heads; others were frightened by the loud bang. Liam turned to see a few leave the building, not knowing if that was his fault or not.
“Maybe we should go,” Aidan suggested.
Liam pushed his chair in and darted out the door. He opened the passenger’s side of the car and got in, slamming the door behind him.
“What is wrong with you, Liam?” Aidan asked, worry painted across his face.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong! I don’t have a job, the backpack I lost yesterday? Yeah, it had ALL my money in it, and Mom and Dad were killed!”
“You can’t change that Mom and Dad are dead, Liam! They were shot and killed, but you weren’t the one that did it. Stop blaming yourself!”
Liam buckled his seat belt and fell silent. His anger was bubbling inside of him. Aidan put the key into the ignition. The car started up, hardly making a sound. Liam stayed silent for the duration of the ride home.
“I’ll see you later,” Liam said getting out of the car.
“Wait! How about we go play some football later? Throw the ball around, blow some steam?”
“Sure, why not? But don’t expect me to talk about feelings or anything girlie.”
Aidan smiled. Liam slammed the car door and looked at his brother through the window. He turned his head and made his way to his apartment. The normally empty halls were crowded with movers. Liam reached his apartment just to see that he will be having a new neighbour.
“Hi, I’m Luken, You must be my neighbour.”
“Yeah, I’m Liam,” he said looking at the man in front of him.
He looked as if he was in his mid-thirties and was well built. His hair was shaggy and he wore a green shirt and jeans.
“Hey, aren’t you that guy that tried to sell me the newspaper this morning?”
“Since that’s my job, I’m going to have to say yes. Can I ask you why you didn’t buy one?”
“It’s complicated.”
Liam turned and was about to walk into his apartment when Luken spoke again, “It was nice meeting you!”
“You to,” Liam said, giving him a small smile that lingered in the shadows.
The air was cold when he entered his small apartment. Liam immediately went to the thermostat and turned up the heat. A shiver went down his spine, he trailed into the room and picked up a grey hoodie. He flopped on his bed and closed his eyes.