Does It Ever Get Better? (On Hold. Again. I'm Sorry)

"School Is Hell!" - Chapter 1

Evan's p.o.v.

"Evan, school!" A voice spoke from the side of my bed. I knew it was one of my six brothers. I could tell whoever it was, was getting impatient. "Wake up!" He yelled.

I didn't see who it was because I was too tired to open my eyes. So, my eyes remained shut. I really wish I didn't stay up all night playing The Legends Of Zelda on Todd's Nintendo DS. "No!" I snapped and hid under the covers. I really wasn't a morning person.

"Okay. You asked for it." He said in a sing-song voice.

I soon felt the covers get whipped off of me and someone grab my underwear. They followed that by pulling up hard. This was Jordan. He's the only one immature enough to give me a wedgie. I started flailing around because he was holding me in the air. Literally in the air, by my boxers. "Ow. Ow. Stop it!" I yelled as I reached my arms back trying to get him to let go.

"Are you up?" He asked as he pulled harder.

I screamed. "Ow! Yes! Yes! Stop!"

"Jordan, I said to get her up, not kill her." A different voice yelled from the hall.

"Fine!" He yelled back and dropped me on my bed. He then headed for the door.

"Ow!" I said as I sat up. "Dickhead!"

Jordan stopped in his tracks and turned around on his heels. His bright blue eyes glared at me. "Excuse me?" He growled.

"Nothing!" I said quickly with a forced, innocent smile.

"Get ready!" He growled and then left. I rolled my eyes as I got out of bed and dressed in a black Hello Kitty shirt and blood-red skinny jeans with rips all over. I brushed all my hair out and swiped my bangs to the left side of my face. I then did my eyeliner very lightly so Michael wouldn't notice. Michael is my oldest brother. He tends to not like when I put on makeup; he says I'm too young. He wouldn't even buy me any. I had to steal it from Gavin and by steal I mean, he gratefully gave it to me. I slipped my black converse on with more difficulty than ease and headed downstairs.

"Boo!" Drake yelled as he jumped out in front of me. I fell back on the stairs and hit my elbow. No, he didn't actually scare me, just more so too sudden. I started rubbing circles on my elbow, trying to relieve some pain as I glared at him. He was wearing light blue skinny jeans a black Aerosmith shirt, his converse, and his hair styled in its natural, brown, bowl-cut look. Drake just laughed at me. He didn't even help me up. He just laughed at me. He was the immature second youngest out of my brothers. A true pain in the ass with a true passion for mischief.

"Not funny!" I said with a growl as I got up and pushed past him. I walked toward the kitchen, but I walked right into Jordan. I can always find one of my brothers around any corner. How annoying.

"Hey there." He said with a slight smirk as he looked behind me. Almost as if he was trying to look at my back. "Move." He demanded.

"You move." I said, crossing my arms.

"Oh, really?" He said while he copied me in crossing his arms and then raised an eyebrow. Watching his eyes, he seemed to have looked behind me again.

I glared at him. "Yeah."

"Okay. You win, princess." He said and moved to the side, bending down a bit, almost in a royal gesture.