Carnival Kisses - A Garmau Fan fiction

Chapter one - Maid Garroth

Ding
I heard the familiar ring of the bell from upstairs.
Ughhhhhhhhhhh stupid bell
I bury my head under the thin sheets of my so called "bed", which was really just a creaky cot that I found in the closet, only my shaggy blond hair sticking out.
Dinggggggggg
Just sleep, Garroth!
Dingdingdinggggggggggggg
FINE!
I throw my grey sheet onto the floor and don't bother to put it back. I look into my Mom's old, dusty, cracked mirror that had somehow gotten into the basement and stared at my boring reflection. My lips were curled downward into my normal frown, my eyes were a dull blue, and my blond hair was dirty, probably just from the dust of the basement. I took the comb that I had stolen from my Freshman brother's luxurious room last year. He owns like, a million, so he didn't even notice. I quickly bushed the dirt out of my hair, not making me look much better. It's not that I'm sad about my appearance. I really don't care. I don't have emotions. Too many people have used them against me. Mainly my brother and father. I've learned to block out all emotions, and my life is now a blank, totally emotionless, slate. Yeah, yeah, I know what your thinking. No sadness and warmth when people try to cheer you up?!? No happiness when you do something great?!? No nerves on the day of your exams?!? But most of all, your probably thinking, NO LOVE?!?!?!?!?!?!? And nope, not even a little bit. They just get in the way. Life isn't a storybook fairy tail you know! I don't even bother to change my clothes, because I don't own any pajamas and slept in one of my four outfits last night.
Dingggggggggggggggg Dingggggggggggg
"I'm coming!" I scream, even though he probably couldn't hear me anyway. He meaning my brother. Yes, the freshman. The one that is three years younger than me. The one that lives on the top level with a room so big that a public pool could fit in it.  The one that has a carpet in his room softer then my bed. The one with a flat screen TV the covering his whole wall.
Father's favorite
When I finally reach the top of the never ending stairs, I see him standing there.
"Took you long enough," he scoffs.
I just stare into his dark black eyes, and the ugly mask on his horrifying face.
He's so ugly
"Don't just stand there, stupid!!"
His appearance isn't as ugly as his heart.

Ok! That was chapter one of my very first fan fiction! That's awesome! I really hope that you enjoyed it, and tell me if you want more!! Just a note bold words are what Garroth (or whoever the POV is on) is thinking, NOT SAYING. Quotation marks signal when someone is really saying something! BTW play the music while reading, I will try to put a fitting tune at the start of each chapter.
Bye bye,
Mystic