"Hey Bug Girl", a voice yelled thought my door. "Wake your ass up and get ready for school", I could now detect that this annoying voice belonged to my older brother Michael. I slowly say up and stared at my collection of preserved moths that hung on the wall across from my bed. This apparently didn't reach Michael's standards of waking me up, so he began using the Sheldon Cooper method.
Knock knock "Bug Girl" Knock knock "Bug Girl"
After approximately five more knocks I got up and trudged over to my door. I was sick of hearing him shout the idiotic nickname he immaturely created for me when I was in eighth grade and began my moth collection. The name unfortunately stuck with not only him but the whole student body of Woodmouse High, making my freshman year awkward and embarrassing. After freshman year I just accepted it. There is no denying the nickname; I mean even the teachers called me Bug Girl.
I swung open the door and glared at the black haired asshole. He grinned at me, "There you are Bug Girl. I thought you were dead" "I wish", I muttered under my breath. Michael's eyes slightly widened, "What?", he asked. "Nothing. Now get out so I can get dressed" I said pushing him out of my doorway and slamming it shut. I then proceeded to get ready for another day in hell.
About five or six minutes later I was ready to leave. I never really was the type to take a long time to get ready. This is probably due to the fact that no one was going to pay attention to me. The whispering and gossip about the "weirdo girl who collected bugs for fun" ended halfway through sophomore year once everyone realized that I was so pathetic that I wasn't even worth the gossip or teasing. Since that day I've been ignored entirely.
I opted to wear the usual band tee and black skinny jeans. After brushing out my long brown hair and putting on some light make up I was finished getting ready. I slipped on my black Converse, and grabbed my maroon Jansport backpack, and my bulky white biology binder and headed downstairs.
"Let's leave shìthead", I called at Michael. My mother was already at work so Michael and I could be as rude as possible to each other. Trust me we both took advantage of it.
"Did you kiss your bugs goodbye already?", he teased. "Oh go fück yourself", I retaliated. I began walking out of the house. "Come on Bellie don't get so butt hurt." I froze. "What did you just call me", I spoke through clenched teeth. I gripped the door handle tighter. Anger and mourning coursed through my body pushing me on the verge of tears. "God Bella, calm down." Michael rarely used my real name when talking to me. When he did I knew he was serious.
I whipped myself around to look at Michael. "Never call me that again. You hear me? Never", I choked out, tears brimming my eyes threatening to spill. Michael looked shocked at my reaction and murmured a weak apology backing up slightly. I just turned back around and left the house. I briskly walked out to the small blue Hyundai me and Michael shared. It originally belonged to my father.
I climbed into the passenger seat not in the mood to argue over who got to drive. I stared out of the window as Michael sat down and pulled out of our driveway. No one uttered a word the whole fifteen minute drive to school.
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Moths// l.h
Fanfiction"Moths are just under appreciated butterflies" "I think we might be moths then"
