Trust

Trust; where did that go? Can't my own mom see that the drugs are not mine? Why won't she believe me? I guess she never will because now I'm grounded.

Of all the nights she has to ground me, she chose tonight. I could be at Kelly's right now partying with some very hot guys doing God knows what.

I paced around listening to my baby brother talk on the phone to my older brother on the other side of the country.

Kale is the baby in the family even though he is not close to being a baby. He's a crazy 14 year old, a heavy potter and everything. He's the most different from me and my other two brothers. He has platinum blond hair, so blond that it's almost white. His hair hangs straight down and stops about half an inch above his eyebrows, covers a little of his ears and clings to the nape of his neck.

My older brother has always been number one in my family. Jordon is a star student and still is as far as I know. In high school he was a star athlete. He was QB on the football team and well as the captain on the wrestling team. He was the starting center on the basketball team and the second pitcher on the baseball team. He has short brown hair that always and forever will be a buzz cut. His light brow hair goes perfectly along with his light honey eyes. I don't get to see him that much now though, well no one in my family really does. He goes to collage across the country. He's going to West Point now.

"It's not that cold here yet. I still open my window." Kale said to Jordon.

Window…I love you Kale. I grabbed my helmet and slipped through my window.I walked around the side of the house staying as close to the tree line as I could so I wouldn't be seen by anyone inside of the house. Once I was at the shed, I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that no one had seen me then reached up to twist the knob open. I turned back to the now opened door. Oh shit. Cameron was looking right at me.

Cameron is my twin brother. We both have hazel eyes and some what straight dark brown hair. Our hair has a slight wave to it. Cameron is very into mechanics. He loves working on my bikes and the cars we have around. He drives an old Chevy that Jordon and him self fixed up. First Jordon was into mechanics but that was only a faze that he shortly grew out of. Cameron kept with it though. The Chevy was going to be Jordon's car but my now gone grandparents got him an early graduation gift; a BMW.

Cameron got up from his crouched position next to my bike. My bike is my pride and joy. My bike is everything to me. Its not a stupid bike like the kind with petals like everyone thinks when I first say my bike and they don't know me because if they did know me they would know what I think is the most important thing about me which is that I race, motocross bikes. That is my life. That is the one thing that keeps me together. It's the one thing that keeps me alive. Ironically it's probably the most likely thing to end up killing me but that is just a chance that I will have to take.

"Hey off to work whore?" Cameron asked in his stupid deep voice.

"Hey, yeah I am Cami." I said jokingly. "Do you think you could give me my bike for an hour or two?"

"I don't know do I get any of your pot?" He laughed a little and smiled some what to himself.

"I don't know why don't you ask Kale."

"God it was his?"

"Yeah. We're going to have to tell mom."

I wonder if Jordon would do it.

"Jordon won't do it Rosaile. You know that." Cameron always knows what I am thinking. It really is creepy then again I know what he is thinking too, most of the time.

Cameron grabbed my bike and pulled it off the stand, not making a sound. He wheeled it out of the shed and to the road with me quietly following him. "Don't do anything stupid okay?" He said once we were at the road.

"Okay I won't. No pot for me I promise." I answered.

"Okay good." He said and gave me a hug.

I got on my bike and he started the kick start for me. I pulled my helmet on and made sure the goggles were in the right spot that I wanted then drove off to Kelly's.