Ment to be?

Rian

My first day at a new school and it's my freshmen year at Woodlands High. My brother Gerry is a senior. I decided to go to the same school as Gerry and JD his best friend - we have that choice in our house - JD is like my 'brother from another mother'. So basically I have two over protective protectors.

All my friends 'the groups' has chosen a different school but I needed a fresh start. As per my brother and the rest of my family, I needed to a break from everything and everyone that's been with me since I was three.

To say I'm nervously excited and hopeful is an extreme understatement. I have been a wake and staring at my ceilings since 4am chatting to my best friend Lea, who has moved a state over and is also attending a new school without 'the group'. I hope our mom's will make a plan so that we can visit in term break, I miss my friends. But I am hopeful that this is the best move for me.

I choose Woodlands High because they have the best Basketball program for girls in the state. I am a bit of a tomboy when it comes to sports. I always played with Gerry and his friends when they play football or soccer, dad use to be their coach in the club leagues. Mom worked late so I used to be around the guys and my brother a lot, thus I am the girl that can kick like a dude.

"Rian! Rian!". mom screams from their room, where I know she is still in bed. Before se decides to sing, I am up and getting ready. She tends to irritate us with up and adem songs if she feels we are slaking.

" Mom, I'm up, I'm up". I scream back. She only needs to be at work at 9am so for her there is no rush unless she feels dad gets irritated. And she tends to protect us from his moods, she knows him best. She does love him but I feel he can be a hand full.

"Rian, are you up yet cheeky?". I hear dad ask through my door. "Yes dad, will be down in a sec." I say with the brush dangling from my mouth, one arm through my shirt and one leg through my jeans. Multitasking has been one of my strengths since I was two according to mom.

I know I need to get moving before he asks again. I knock once on the wall to Gerry's room to ask him if his up and ready before dad asks. We have our own code since I had to move to my own room. I was 9 when mom and dad said I need to sleep in my own bed, normally I curled up into Gerrys arm to fell asleep and that was since I was one. We are close and his is my confidant and used to sing me to sleep or tell me stories till a fell asleep.

While busy with my Jordan's I hear two knock meaning get food. I huff as I know his on his phone with a team mate or a girl friend, which annoys me to no end. Rushing knowing he needs fuel for the day I run down the stairs.

Gerry doesn't have his own car yet so dad drops us, unless he is out of town then mom steps in, before he goes to work. I have one sock and Jordan in hand as I make my way to the kitchen to get lunches packed and breakfast sorted.

Dad is on his way to mom with her coffee and as per usual they will chat before he realises we need to go. This has always been my highlight seeing dad attend to mom's needs. He loves her even though they are total opposites, he has been at her beg and call since she was 17.

Moms has always been the one to listen and the one that teaches you that no matter what you need to be self sufficient, so she thought us well. Lol, not lazy at all that's just mom.

While I am busy getting Gerry's eggs going on the stove. I grap and apple and yogurt for myself and try to get my other foot in my sock and shoe. Thinking about my weird parents, dad's the disciplinary he takes care of us in his no nonsense attitude, like making sure we study all, our projects are up to date and the rest. Mom is the one that thinks she's been there done that and it's up to us to do what needs to be done.

They are just so strange in their methods but its seems to work. Mom tends to let you do and say what you feel as long as "you make good choices and don't f-up". Thats why our house is always over run with friends cause here you can be yourself just make sure you help yourself.

Gerry walks down all muscle and limps, his not big but at 6.2 foot he is intimidating. I look up at him and smile giving him his breakfast and packed lunch. He gives me a side hug and I feel like a midget at 5.5 but yeah I still growing.

"Thanks sis" he says with a smile.

He has that presence about him were you feel relaxed and confident. But knowing him if anyone messes with me there will be hell to pay.

I say a silent prayer " dear Lord please keep this one in check, and please let me make the team and friends. Thank you"

We both look at each other and start counting with laughter. "One, two and three". Dad is running down the stairs and says "Guys get a move on, I am going to be late" and we all start laughing.