Broken Bonds

Chapter 1: Leave

Novah

Do you know how annoying little brothers are? Let me sum it up for you, they get on my nerves so much, to the point I've thought about murder. It also doesn't help, they're all the same age, they're triplets. They mimic me, they talk far way to loud, they ask way to many questions, they do silly, stupid pranks, they brag about everything. Literally, they've bragged about getting a dollar, for getting off their game. A dollar. Like I would care about an dollar? They ALWAYS walk around the house without a shirt on, im lucky if they even wear pants. They all have bad time, the worst timing really. One time, they decided to prank my mom, and she was paying the bills, so she wasn't in a good mood, and they got grounded for 2 weeks, I couldn't stop laughing. If I tell a story, or something funny, they repeat it, especially to their friends to make it seem as if they did it themselves.

I just got out of the shower, and had a ton of homework to do, so I sat down at my desk and started working, on the easy stuff first to get it out of the way, before attempting to work at the harder stuff. My textbook was open, along with my notebook of notes while I read an story that related to biology, then worked on the questions when the semen demons came in. Of course they weren't wearing shirts, and they threw selves onto my bed. Talk about having respect, didn't even knock. Just invited themselves in, like they own my bedroom. I rolled my eyes, and circled my answer, even through I knew it wasn't correct.

"Whatcha doing?" Dustin asked, as he breathed onto my neck. He's invading my personal space, this is not ok.

"Homework," I sighed and turned the page back to story and found the answer in the paragraph.

"What type of homework?" Wyatt assured, grabbing one of my stuffed animals and held it to him. Looks like I'm burning something tonight!

"Biology," I paused "you're ignorant brains wouldn't understand it." I smiled at my own joke, but it's true. I knew they wouldn't understand it, considering their only in 6th grade.

About 10 or possibly even 15 questions later, they've managed to get on my ever last nerve.

"Leave!" I raised my voice at them, and they smirked, since they've succeeded at their mission of annoying me for the day. Conner poked his head back into my room to say something else, and I grabbed a water bottle that was on my desk and threw it at my door. I took a deep breathe, and calmed myself before doing my math. I gave up, because come on, who is actually going to do this stuff? Like, what is it good for? Everyone claims that it'll help you in you're future, but who is going to need factorization when they're older? Sure as heck won't be me, I don't see myself as needing math when I'm older, though, I can see myself being a stripper.

They make tons of money, like thousands. I could be a sugar mommy oh my god. I grabbed my phone and started texting Isac.

Teacup = Novah's name in Isac's phone; Novah
King Julian = Isac's name in Novahs phone; Isac

Teacup
ISAC
GUESS WHAT

King Julian
no, it's going to be something bad.

Teacup
NO ITS NOT I PROMISE

King Julian
🙄
then what

Teacup
I could become a stripper
and
because I would make money
I could be you're sugar mommy

King Julian
Fuck no. You're not becoming a stripper
read 8:04 pm

He doesn't have the right I can't become a stripper. I can become one if I wanted to. I mean, I turn 18 in 7 months and 16 days, all I would need is my license, because I can dance. It may not be very well, but I can still do it. All I would be doing is swinging on a pole, so come on, it can't be THAT hard.

I walked downstairs to get something to drink because y'know I'm thirsty.

"Hey hun, I made you're favorite, blueberry pie" My mom stated, throwing an towel over her shoulder as she showed me an blueberry pie. I looked at it in disgust while I grabbed a glass from the cabinet.

"Mom, I'm allergic to blueberries remember?" I said while pouring an cup apple juice.

"What? Since when? I made this dessert on you're 11th birthday and you loved it." She cut into it, cutting some pieces off for her and Michael. I grabbed a couple cookies from the jar.

"Since always? And you made that for you and Michael, you made cupcakes for me." I grabbed my glass and my cookies then walked upstairs to my room. I set the stuff down on my nightstand, turning on netflix and found an random show to watch, then put the lights on to blue ish color. I got comfortable in bed, underneath the covers and everything.

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I honestly don't know what this is. But here this, so yeah 😃