Cracked but not Broken (Chapter 1)

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock. Fifth grade had ended recently and my family had just moved to Hawaii for my dad's work.He is a famous architect known for his work all over the country. Fifth grade was the first year I actually stayed at the same school for the entire semester and I actually got quite a few friends back in New York. I was born in North Carolina but my dad's job has taken us places all over the US. California to Maine, you name it! It was pretty hard but we all kinda are getting used to it. My step-sister really didn't want to leave NY so she decided to stay with our bossy grandma. I don't know how she can take more than a week with her.
I was thinking about all my friends and all the places I've been. My thoughts we're suddenly interrupted by yelling and splashing outside. The beach house was pretty nice but I hate when people go swimming before 9:00am. I mean it's summer, most kids sleep til noon. I put on my robe and made my way downstairs. From the back patio I could see five or six grown men in the water. I didn't know what was going on, but I decided to find out. I grabbed my dads hunting knife and slipped it into my pocket.
Slowly but surely I made my way to the water.
"All of them look familiar." I thought to myself. I was in a music wonderland. All of my dreams had just came true. All my wishes had just been granted. All of my life's wonders had just been solved.He was actually here! The god of music, my inspiration, my idol. Bruno to the freakin' Mars and the hooligans! OMG! I couldn't talk. I couldn't walk, I could only stare in amazement. My thoughts we're blackened. I could see a light. BBBOOOOOOOOOOM! On the ground layed my still body. I heard footsteps approaching.