The Devil's Dimples

Ozzy and Arses.

I groan and rub my eyes as I feel the kisses on my face of my golden doodle puppy, Ozzy wakes me up.

As I finish my collossal yawn I roll my self out of bed and quite literally drag myself to the bathroom. Half an hour to get ready and I look like something from Disney's Monster Inc. Perfect.

Combing through my thick brunette hair, I tie it in a side braid. Throwing on some leggings and a white jumper, I add some mascara and slip on my boots and I head off into hell.

"How did it go last night?" I call to my older brother who was waiting for me in his car as I locked the door. Yeah, he might have abandoned me last night to hang around this new club that his mates had found. And I don't forgive him but I guess I am used to it. I don't blame him either.

I'd try hanging out in clubs any day of the week if I could. If it weren't for mother. She must have a killer hangover right now.

"Little girls shouldn't be wasting their lives away drinking alcohol and loosing their virginity behind dumpsters." She would tell me.

No trust.

"It was fine. Johnny threw up all over the grass after his first shot. Lightweight." He smiles at the memory. "Anyway, get in fatass. You're late."

I gave him the evil eyes but I still followed his orders and hopped in.

"I am not a fatass" I pouted. Aaron scoffed.
"Tell that to the missing cupcakes I was looking for last night."

Damn it I'll never be a ninja.

"They weren't even yours!" I protest. But we leave it at that. This is how we bond.

After a few more minutes of solid bickering, we arrive. Aaron doesn't go to school anymore, he left last year. Asshole.

"Bye shortcake" he said and ruffled my hair.

I shot him a death glare.

"You did not just do that" I scowled.

"On the contrary," he insisted, "I am pretty sure I just did".

No one ever ruffles my hair and gets away with it. Time to kick in my ninja skills.

Thinking back now, maybe that wasn't a good idea. You would think that the fact that I had never won a kickass fight against my brother before would put me off the idea a little but no.

In fact, the moment I tried to knock out my almost six foot brother might have been what some might call a mistake.

With one swift push from my darling brother, I am out of the car and yup you guesses it. On my arse. On concrete. On the school yard.

The laughs are unmistakable.

You better say goodbye Lilah, because you're a sheesh kabab.

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Yup ik. Short. But please remember to vote and comment! Would you like to see more of her brother? Idk.