Thank God for those angels of mine
I live in a cruel word – everyone does but only few see it to be true. I live my life as a uni student at the State University of Queensland. I am studying to be writer and a Music teacher; I have had harsh experiences that will entertain readers. I know that’s cruel but it’s true, my books are so shocking and will move people, inspire them. My dad is a carpenter and he thinks totally differently to me. My step mother, beautiful but I think her looks is all people think of her. My step father doesn’t really talk, yet I take comfort in his presence, and my mother, she is a doctor. I am living with mum and dad (I call my step dad, dad) at the moment in Queensland, my step mother and my father are taking a holiday to Thailand to have some spiritual connection.
I was checking my emails on the kitchen table drinking my morning coffee as my step dad (I call him dad) was muttering over the daily paper.
“Who won?” I asked about lasts night game that he was reading about.
“Bull dogs” he replied with a slight smile
“Who did you tip?” I was trying to keep up the conversation
“Bull dogs” he answered once more
I was then looking at me diary, trying to see what I was going to do. Then I heard the laugh of soph.
My brother, Max was 19, two years younger than me. He had this obsessive girlfriend named Sophie.
“Do you need anything at the shops today” I asked
“Ask your mother” he said like always. He never really supported me in calling him dad but it felt to natural to stop now, I’ve been calling him that since I was 4.
I tried to ignore it a focused on what I had for today, coffee with Caitlin – GREAT. Caitlin is my best friend, my own angel who is there for me always. She is amazing really. A fantastic singer, guitarist, artist and above all, an amazing friend. Everything really goes wrong for me in life, everything except for Caitlin. We were going to Kicos for coffee at 12, it was 10 now so I’ll go for my morning run, have a shower and put on my favorite dress. It was a light summery dress that refreshes you just by looking at it like a can of coke.
I went for my run in my usual places then when I came home with a sweaty forehead my brother had finished his morning sex and was having breakfast before he will go back upstairs for a 3rd time today.
“Morning max” I said casually.
Morning sissy” he said coolly like I had no idea
“Going to see Caitlin now” I announced
“Give her a kiss for me” he said
“Sure will”
“Hey, I need to ask you a question”
“Sure, what’s up bub” I said
“I kind of need your advice”
“Common, spit it out”
“I’m going to ask Sophie to marry me”
I was out of words; I didn’t know what to say.
“Wow, max, are you… are you serious?”
“Yes”
“Wow, ummm, so why do you need my advice”
“Well, I don’t know where to propose”
“Ummm… ok, well I don’t have any experience but, I don’t know, I have always dreamed of being proposed to at a beach at sunset”
“Sunset, beach, I like it. Thanks siss” he yelled on his way back up stair.
Got to quickly get changed, can’t wait to see Caitlin.
