The Boy in the Window

Chapter 1

So this is the first chapter, hope you like, any advise for my story is welcome :)

CHAPTER 1

“I hate my brother!” I scream through our new, white house.

“No, you don’t, you love him very much.” Replies my ever-forgiving mother.

She’s all ‘Oh you dug a hole in my perfectly new flower beds, never mind I forgive you…blah…blah…blah’ Well not this time mum because if you don’t go off your nut I certainly will! Because this time, Danny. Is. Going. Down!

“No I hate him! He’s all over Jessica, mum! Just because he’s 17 doesn’t mean he has the right to go around flirting with all my friends, the fu- I mean stupid player.” Finishing your rant with a swear word isn’t going to get you anywhere, Sarah, I think shunning myself, while mentally shaking my finger.

“You still love him.” She replies calmly

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Fine your right. But wipe that smug look off your face you haven’t won anything yet!” I say smiling at her. And she gives me her famous look that says, ‘Haven’t I?’

“Friends? Did I hear you say you had friends?”

Speaking of the devil, in comes Danny with the same coloured lipstick Jessica, our neighbor and soon to be ex best friend when I’m done with her, wears, all over his face. I scowl at him and run up to my room with him following quickly in pursuit.

My room is not your average cutie pie, boy-crazed, fifteen year old room. No, my room is quite plain in comparison, with its wooden desk, wooden wardrobe, some family photos, a mirror attached to my door for when I’m feeling a little vain and a metal double bed, which you will often find I sleep diagonally in, because I’m a single bastard.

Yes, you heard me I am single. But its not because I’m lacking in suitors in fact I’ve had a lot of guys try to ask me out but it usually doesn’t end well for them. You see, my brother is a little over-protective… okay he’s a lot but I don’t really mind it. To be honest, I don’t really like anyone touching me because it makes me feel sick and my heart beats to fast and feel like breaking down then and there; but I try not to show it I mean I have an ego to protect.

I hear a knock on my door and I race over and lock it before Danny can get in. I hear him on the other side fiddling with the door handle.

“Come on, Sarah!” he pleaded

“No.”

I hear him get up and walk away with a huff. Wow that was easier than I thought, amazing what a one word can do in a situation, I think to myself. Slowly, I unlock my door and creak it open so there is a little slit I can see out of.

BAM! My door is forced open by, oh looky here, my infuriating brother.

“Get out, Asshole!” I said angrily, stomping my foot and then immediately regretting it.

“What are you, five? What kind of fifteen-year-old stamps their foot?” he said smirking down at me.

Oh and he doesn’t fail to disappoint, arrogant asshole.

“So you think you can just barge on in here after hooking up with my friend, and then,” I say seething, “actually have the audacity to insult me in my own room.” I finish seeing red as I watch my brothers smirk widen. Then suddenly he grabs my hand and spins me around so I do a little twirl before pulling me in close and dancing with me while singing our childhood song, ‘Don’t Worry Be Happy by Bob Marley’ making me laugh.

“This doesn’t fix anything,” I say giggling, “I still hate you.”

“Mhmm, sure you do.” He says smiling down at me.

“Sarah! Danny! Come down stairs and set the table for me,” her voice booms over the washing machine. We both cross our fingers waiting for mum to say the last bit of the sentence, “In front of the T.V. I guess.” Yes!!’

Danny and I fist pump before racing each other down the stairs. Of course he won, but I would rather die than tell him that. I mean he already has an over-inflated ego, no need for extra boosting.

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