What you don't know *complete*

Good outfit

Good Outfits

My Aunt thought it would be good for me if I met new people-I guess she figured I'd be exposed to more social opportunities at a boarding school. She wanted me to be more involved in the people around me and the events taking place, but I thought I was just fine how I was. I' not that shy, am I? I actually laughed at myself for thinking I was shy.

Sometimes I try to convince myself that I'm just not a people person. I'm not afraid of people or social interaction... Okay, okay, maybe slightly. But it's okay, because everyone seems just as afraid of me as I am of them. I guess I can't blame them. Ever since Mom and Dad got in the car wreck a year ago, I haven't talked much.. I'm not shy, I just don't have very much to say to anyone. Two of the people I wish I could talk to the most, don't exist anymore.

It wasn't even my parent's fault that they died. Maybe some of it was mine.

Let's see, how is my mind going to blame me for it this time?

I shook my head, blinked a couple of times, and continued to shove clothes into my bag, pushing out the thoughts that had crept back up on me. When the thoughts came back, I lied on my back on my bedroom floor and stared at the ceiling. I let out a heavy sigh when I felt my eyes burning.

Stop crying. You hate crying.

I squeezed my eyes shut to hold the tears in. Suddenly my sister swung my bedroom door open, causing me to jump nearly five inches off the ground. I sat up abruptly and kept my head down.

"Hey, I came to make sure you pack all of your good outfits and- Are you crying?" I didn't respond and she stepped closer.

She kneeled in front of me and I stood up right away and went over to my closet.

"You said you were going to help me with the clothes, right?" I faked a smile, "Well come here."

Her eyes lit up, and I smiled a little. I always loved seeing her happy, even when I hated doing some of the things that made her that way. Sometimes I wonder if she knows that I don't like it when she babies me or wants to help me be a "better person," but it doesn't matter anyway, because I'm not going to stop her.

I leaned back against the wall and watched her dig up the clothes I already packed to put outfits together for me. I held back a sigh and just watched her having a blast- I was going to miss that.

*Sunday afternoon*

I placed all of my stuff into the trunk of my car, and looked up to see my sister coming towards me with arms wide open. I smiled and closed the trunk.

She grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into a tight hug. She babbled on about all the things that I must do just because my Aunt won't be around to tell me not to. But she told me to be careful, and she gave me the "no sex in doorms" speech, which I rolled my eyes at because only she would give me that speech.

I hugged her back with all of my strength until she yelled at me for nearly breaking her. She pulled away, and said quietly and sincerely "I'll miss you little bro." She smiled weakly and ruffled my hair. I smiled too because she knew I hated that and wasn't going to do anything about it.

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It takes me forever to pick out clothes but thats okay.