Being My Own Hero

knowing Marcus and Malia

My name is Malia Thomas and this is my story,the story of a girl who learnt to stand up for what she believed in .My favourite things to do used to basically consist of reading romantic books and watching sappy romantic comedies that make me want to cry because i knew i'd never experience that kind of love. I say used to because i'm not that little girl who'd sit in the corner and feel sorry for herself anymore. The death of my twin brother Marcus has shown me just how short life can be ,one minute you're here and the next you're not . I still remember the last words my brother spoke to me before i heard a loud bang on the other end of the call, he was pretty drunk so i assumed it was all just word vomit ,he had said to me that i needed to be strong, that i needed to stand up for myself ,that i needed to show those who are willing to get to know me what a remarkable person i was,he told me that he loved me and he needed me to stop living in the shadows of others because if i didn't i'd never bloom to my full potential . This is me making a change,trying to conquer my last year of high school,trying to make my brother proud.

Malia:
Its the first day of school and im both anxious and excited,this is going to be my first day going to school without my brother and im not really looking forward to it , i know im going to be recieving many apologies and looks of pity from people who dont even know me ,my brother on the other hand ,he was the complete opposite of me ,a social butterfly is what they'd called him,he was the life of the party and he never made anyone feel out of place ,he was loved by almost everyone ,those who didn't love him were probably just envious because he didnt just have the looks ,he was captain of the football team and a total charmer with the ladies. He was the epitome of perfect ,perfect grades and a perfect heart. He was one of the kindest people i knew and i'm not just saying that because he was my brother but because its the truth . He was always there whenever anyone needed him,be it a kind word or a helping hand or even a listening ear he was there.

After getting ready for school i took one last glance in the mirror to make sure i looked okay ,i wore a black high weist jean with a shirt that said MT,black combat boots and a leather jacket ,if my brother saw me now he'd be so proud that i finally got out of those oversized clothes that i always loved to wear.When i looked at the time i realised i'd better leave because the bell would ring in the next 15 minutes. I wanted to be late ,just so i could avoid all the attention i knew i'd bring but i knew my brother wouldn't approve , he absolutely hated tardiness and that was one of the reasons why my parents decided it would be best to live 5 minutes away from the school