FOCUS(Wattys2015)

Foreword

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Foreword

3 things you should know about me before I start this story...

1. I'm very rude
2. I'm not quiet
3. I'm bluntly truthful

Let's start on the first day of school...

2 years ago...

Hi, my name is Steven Tyler Focus. Why that name? Well because my parents are in love with Steven Tyler from Aerosmith and our last name is FOCUS so as you can see, I've been named after a legend singer from a rock band group. I really dislike the name to be honest but I never said anything so I wouldn't hurt their feelings

But see in my family, counting myself there's 5 of us. I have 4 brothers, 3 older and 1 younger. Dylan is the youngest, he's my pride and joy. Love the kid to death no matter how stubborn he is but he gets that from me... Or so mom says

It goes in order from Oldest to youngest. You have Austin the jock, Manny the smart but also cute one, Ryan the funny and goofy one, me the beautiful and most likeable one, and Dylan the adorable one. As you can see I'm very cocky about my family and how we act. Why? Because I just am.

Here I am, starting the story off with telling you from the beginning of how it all began. Especially between me and Parker. That's a funny and confusing story.

1st Day Of School - August 11th 2013

I fixed my tie as I walked upstairs to the kitchen were the boys were scarfing down their pancakes, I grabbed a granola bar and kissed Dylan's cheek as I sat by him. "Why does he get special treatment?" Austin asked me

"Because he's cute." I told him as Dylan laughed

"That hurts," Manny said putting a hand on his chest like he was taken back

"It's the truth." Dylan said with a grin on his face

"I suggest you leave now before you be late for school," Dad told us as he came in with his uniform on and grabbed a kiss from mom

"Ew! Gross!" Ryan said shielding his eyes from their kiss

"Let's go guys." I said to them as I grabbed my backpack and grabbed the car keys to the jeep

"I'm guessing your driving?" Ryan asked me as we all piled into the jeep

"You damn skippy." I grinned and slid my shades onto my face

"Mom's going to kill you if she hears you cursing..." Manny said to me as I drove us to school

"Oh please Manny, you play the innocent one but you curse more than any of us." Austin told him as I pulled up in the parking lot

"They're going to suspend you for those tattoos Steve," I shrugged and mumbled 'I don't care'

Let me tell you something about me. I'm your worse nightmare ever, like who wants their daughter to be friends with a 16 year old who smokes everything on the planet except crack and drinks when she has a problem. I'm mentally challenged but that doesn't make an excuse for why I act like I do

Everybody has a past except mines I can never escape from. Sounds like everybody else's story right? It's not. Keep reading to find out the rest...

Going to a Private School has an advantage but also has disadvantages. Like we have to wear uniform and certain colors which I hate with a passion. We all decided to match. I had on a khaki skirt except the boys had on khaki pants with a white shirt and a red tie.

Every boy or girl has to wear a tie.

We had brought our red jackets with the initials of our school on it. My hair had to be down my back so it could hide the tattoos on my neck but it didn't hide the piercing on my nose or the tattoo on my wrist from 2010

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"Wait so... They said it's okay for you to wear that?" The girl Jess asked me as I took a pull from the cigarette

I slowly nodded, "You sure you guys want to be around someone who smokes? You can get second hand smoke and you don't want that." I told them as I put it out and put some gum into my mouth

"Your an idol," The girl Zariah told me as she flipped her hair past her shoulders

I looked at her like she was crazy, "I shouldn't be your idol and neither should Marilyn Monroe." I told her as I picked up my backpack and walked over to the guys

"What was that about?" Austin asked me

"She said I was her idol," I told him with a roll of my eyes

I should never be your role model...

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