Roots and Books

CHAPTER 4; BROTHER OF THE YEAR!

CHAPTER 4;

BROTHER OF THE YEAR!

The first thing I did, was surprisingly NOT stop Bush from completely devouring my laces but close my door. I sat next to him after and leaned over to my bedside table, grabbing my alarm and setting it to ring in the next hour. The goal for now is that by then, I can think of a fake school story and memorize my schedule (can't wait to see what Corey picked as classes for me, yep, SOOO excited...). However, I oddly remembered that Desmond gave me the schedule with a stapled page attached to it. I'll check that out, but euuughhh... I try and attempt to stop Bush from ripping apart my laces as if it were just dandelions found on the side of the road. With a final light tug, I could hear it tear before I even saw it as I groaned. Like, seriously? I know they aren't new but they're one of my favorite pairs. I inspected the damage, and as I suspected, nothing would save these. I bundle them up and shove them into my pocket. I finally rested my backpack on the ground and rummaged through it for the class schedule page.

All right, the First period is Chemistry. Second period, American Sign Language? The third period is technology. Fourth, Advanced Mathematics. This is a lot of faith.

Why did you do this, Corey? Curse you, and your stupid fancy signature.

Fifth, Music. I love that. Sixth, Local History; sounds interesting. Seventh, English Honors. Eighth, Physical Education. Seems fine, I thought there would be more classes to take during the whole year. Flipping towards the next page seems tempting, just to see what Desmond stapled onto it.

Hopefully nothing boring like a Nurse's note. I flip it over, and it is a club list. It was annotated with his helpful writing, describing the clubs and hours; he even circled the high school military program's club with a smiley face. The dork even put 'my club!!! Join if you want c:'. I'm not really interested sadly but one did catch my eye, which was the archery club. Sure, I'm not as good of a shot as Amare, but they do tournaments! Seems like the closest thing to home at this school. I read the bottom, which helpfully says that I can go to the office for the club form. I'll do that tomorrow. Now, memorizing the room numbers. Why the hell do I have 2 classes each on the 4 different floors? It seems like I'm going to develop muscles WITHOUT the physical education class. Maybe I can have those poster lady legs. Honestly, Why does a school need that many floors? Little overkill don'tcha think--

"Taaammmy? Are you brooding in there? Did something happen at school?" Corey's knocks and worried questions filled my room. God, I thought that I could avoid it for a little longer. I went to speak but no words came out so I cleared my throat.

"Yeah! I mean," augh, God, so much for keeping it cool. "No. Just! Sooo much homework, and they're so many cool classes, hmm, can't wait to do my uh. Sign Language worksheet!"

"Yeahh right.. I'm going to make dinner, come down or I'll be up here faster than your rabbit can hop and I'll drag you down." Corey said behind the door, and her footsteps sounded through the hallway as she walked away. Thankfully, Bush is slow! Back to the schedule, what days do I even got these classes? Alright. Mondays are even, Tuesdays are odd, the pattern goes on, and fridays.. All? That sounds like a lot. Ew. My doorknob started rattling. Its Amare, and you want to know how I can tell? There's nobody more annoying than my older brother trying to open the door while Corey just knocks respectfully. How could Corey even produce such a pestering fool compared to someone as great as me? Kidding, Amare if you can hear my thoughts don't smother me in my sleep, love you, big bro. You know what? What if i just like, ignored him and waited it out?? Yeah. He can't be up to no good anyways; probably here to tease me some more.

"Tam! Tabitha! Tam! Tamm! Tam! Stewie! Shrimpet! Parasite! Poco! Black-Eyed Peas!" He shouted at my door, and kept rattling the knob. "Open up!"

Black-Eyed Peas?! Its impressive and I applaud the creativity yet I can't help but feel offended?