Big Words To Be Spoken

Blurb

I dedicate this book to triwizard. She was the one who encouraged me to start writing.  ~~

This is just a little piece to show you how this story is going to be like. Enjoy!
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"Do something with your life for once." The dickhead replied cooly, stuffing potato chips into his mouth.

"How about you get your ass from that couch and do something with yours." I shot back, taking away the chips from his greazy fingers.

"Who eats junk food at," I checked my imaginary watch to add the affect. "Six in the freaking morning?"

My brother gave me a disgusted look from taking away his favorite kind of snack. "Well, have to start out the school year happy. Don't you want that for me?"

I roll my eyes before answering. "No. What I want from you is a ride to school."

A hideous smirk appears on his face before he leans even more into the couch. "Nope, I don't take bitches that steal my chips."

Out of anger, I shove my hand down the Dorito's bag and pull out a huge handful, shoving it all into my mouth like a chubby chimpmunk. Not really caring how gross I must look right about now.

"What the- hey! Your eating them all!" Mat whined, but not really trying to get up. A hum of satisfaction comes from me when seeing his pimple-filled face have a look of horror at my act.

Like the whole damn world ended because of a bag of chips.

"Take me to school than."

"Son of a bitch Eight, your fucking-"

"I'm what?" I spit out dangerously, the chips bulging out my cheeks to give me more of a scary affect. I swallow them down, savorying every moment at the poor boy's pity.

He shuts up and only shakes his brown curly hair at me. "Nothing."

"I thought so." I growl before throwing the empty bag at his face.

"Why do you want to go to school anyways?"

"Because, it's the first day of course." I replied matter-of-factly, losing my patience at my 18 year old, jerk-face of a dead-beat brother.

Mat lifted both his eyebrows at this. "Really? You barely attended school last year, and the year before that, and the year before-."

"You know what? Go fuck yourself." With that, I stomped off to the back door, but not before hearing him shout, "Did that already!"

"Pig." I mumbled, slamming the door closed as hard as I could.

"Who. The hell. WAS THAT!?" My mother screeched from inside the house. I smiled gleefully, than turned and started to walked down the street.

"You should've just gave me a ride Fatty Matty, you should've just gave me a ride."