I Hate Locker Rooms

Planing With Expo Markers

"I believe that 8:30 happens to be the perfect time to set the first phase of my plan into action." I mummer to myself writing down my perfectly innocent plans on a whiteboard using my red expo market I had stolen. Though who I had stolen it from was still a mystery as I had obviously forgotten. I mean who has time to remember these sorts of things?

Writing down phase eight I realized that doing everything by myself with no one but two idiots was going to be just a bit overwhelming. Sigh, but I don't think that Sam was an idiot, just a, well an idiot of sorts when it came to Charles I suppose. So maybe Sam was an idiot sometimes. Charles on the other hand was no doubt hopeless. Being only useful when it came to using the power that blackmail holds against him. Especially for my own need to rid this world of homophobic pricks who think they're all high and mighty.

My train of thought was vanquished by the sound of pounding coming from my door. "Izzy! Open this door right now!" huh, I wonder what I did this time, "It's open!" I called back. Right as I finish draping a blanket over my beautiful whiteboard the door is thrown open and in comes the varmint I have named 'brother'.

I look him up and down slightly, raising my heels to tower over his quaking form. I don't think he really was shaking out of fear or even shaking in the first place but I like to think that I'm an imposing and scary being.

"My water bottle!" his shrill voice calls out destroying my ear drums. "Water bottle?" I ask, raising my eyebrow as I slowly lower myself so I now stand at my normal height of 5'3". "Yes water bottle." he growls out, finally embracing his inner demon. "Oh..." I let out eventually, "Water bottle." I mutter out. He gave me a stink eye before turning away curtly with his head moving sharply almost as if he was trying to flip his hair. Darling your hair is as long as a toothpick.

I think a good word to describe my brother is either special or dramatic. But the best phrase to describe my sweet brother as, is a Nefariously Dramatic Overboard Drama Queen. This is a being who also coincidentally happens to live in the same house as me. Can be found lurking in the pantry or marking their territory in the haven called the bathroom. A being that hated me at the moment for no reason at all.

Well I guess I did lose his precious water bottle, but oh well.

Now back to my planning, I still need to find something for steps nine and ten. I had done some research on the number ten to help me find why I had chosen it instead of any other number. Through my research apparently Neon has the atomic number of ten, the roman numeral for ten is X, Pythagoras thought that ten was a sacred number, and one plus two plus three plus four was equal to ten. And yes I counted just to make sure. Plus we use tens in the metric and decimal system.

Now since I had nothing for steps nine and ten and I was bored I might as well start the first phase of my plan a bit early. Just as I went over to my desk to grab my phone I heard my mom calling me, "Izzy! Come help your brother!" she called from downstairs. Can you believe her? She didn't even say please or ask nicely for me to help someone like that.

As you can tell I'm in a family of very polite, kind, and gentle beings that are always there for you. The only real person who can be any of those things is actually my dad if he tried but remember that I say the word if. Because he does not try to be particularly quiet or polite when one is trying to take a nap. I speak from experience.

Well, now it's time for me to make my departure into the dangerous jungle of the Amazon called the bottom half of my house. Or as less extreme people would call it, the ground floor. As I walked into the kitchen I slid past my mother and attempted to steal a handful of chips. "Izzy," she warned, "Put those back now." she said almost as if she was a grizzly bear. That didn't work, "Here." I moped sadly as I walked towards my brother who was struggling to get plates. Now even though I'm older the high difference between my brother and I is very funny, and I'm only a year and a half older. I smirk as I watch him struggle before reaching above his head to grab the plates he had failed to receive.

As I walked past him I held the plates held high above my head, he stuck his tongue out at me. What did I do? Stuck my tongue out right back at him, he could deal with it, I think.

He was probably still mad at me from earlier but I was out of harm's way as glaring at the table had been banned. Because of this I could peacefully sit at the table while indulging myself in chips and fighting my brother on who could lead the conversation. Dinner always tasted great as it was pasta with tomato sauce and chips. The chips were mostly for me as I usually ended up eating basically all of them.

After thanking my mom for dinner and fleeing from my brother's rage I quickly went back up stairs to my room to continue plans that had been rudely interrupted. I picked up my phone before going over to my backpack to get the paper Charles had given to me. As I pulled out the paper I opened the contacts app on my phone adding Charles' number to it. I kindly labeled it 'hot headed dimwit'. Before I put back the paper I sent Charles a quick text then opened up my bag to finish an assignment that was due yesterday.

Authors notes

I need a name for Izzys brother, send help.

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