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Mr. Female: Prologue

Mr. Female: Prologue

*UNEDITED*

In life there will always be hard choices. Choices upon choices that will leave you mind-blown and confused to your very core. It's because of these choices that so many problems in this world have occurred, why there is so much sorrow and pain. Me, I was currently in one of those situations that involved a life or death decision, one that could change my entire life.

"God dammit Sam just choose already! Whole wheat or white bread?!"

Some people just don't understand the hard choices I have to endure on a daily basis.

I narrow my eyes at my stupid older brother, his acorn brown eyes rolling in frustration. "Jake, this is a choice that could determine the very outcome of my day, of my life.

"If I choose the white bread, my taste-buds may have a party in my mouth with Skittles, unicorns and everything. But my body will slap those taste-buds and be all like 'Idiots! She just chose the unhealthy choice! We're all gonna be super unhealthy now!' which could end in me dying. Do you want me to die, Jakey-wakey?"

Jake opened his mouth, most likely to say some smart ass comment when I cut him off, "Actually, don't answer that."

My mother's voice then came from over at the table she was currently sitting at, sipping her tea while reading some romance novel with a dude on the cover that was obviously on steroids and didn't know what a shirt was.

"Sam, honey, just hurry up and choose a bread for your sandwich, I'm not letting you drive over to the apartment you're moving into if it gets dark and you take too long now."

My eye twitched at her stereotypical pet name for me. I was a human being, not some bee barf. But I still hurried up a bit, excited to be finally moving into the apartment I had chosen a few weeks ago. It had taken a lot of persuading-and by persuading I mean hardcore on your knees begging-to convince my parents to let me move out. The only downside was that an elderly family friend, Mrs. Peters, lived across from my apartment. Mom had said Mrs. Peters would be checking up frequently on me and she was technically my legal guardian. The funny thing is, I hardly knew the lady. All Mrs. Peters knew about me was that my name was Sam. I doubt she even knew my age and gender.

But in the end it was worth it. Jake was even excited for me to be moving out, although I think it was for completely different reasons than my own.

Slapping some lettuce, tomato and ham between the white bread I had finally chosen, I start chomping on my sandwich, chewing obnoxiously loud and opened mouth in front of Jake's face when he makes a noise of disgust.

"Ew, Sam! Are you sure you're a girl?!"

Smirking at his question, I swallow. "The two bowling balls on my chest and once-a-month bleeding vagina say so."

"... Too much information, Sam... Way too much information..."

I shrug while stuffing the rest of my sandwich in my mouth, scooping up my car keys from the counter and marching towards the door. Not my fault Jake just couldn't handle the truth. I heard my mom call out a faint good bye which sounded dangerously a lot like a 'good riddance' kind of farewell as I walk out the door, slamming it shut behind me before jumping into my simple silver car. What? I'm not a genius on cars, it has four wheels, at least two doors, a steering wheel and moves, therefore, it is a car.

Pulling out of the drive way I make my way down the street, bopping my head along to the song on the radio. I was just about to turn off my street when my iPhone vibrated, signalling I got a text. Sighing I grab it off the dash and quickly unlocking it to see Jake had sent me a message.

Jake

'Hey genius sister of mine, you know how you get lost to school almost every morning? Yeah, well, how do you expect to get to your apartment, which is half an hour away, when you forgot the map at home?'

Slowly turning my phone off I put it back on the dash, resting both my hands on the steering wheel for a minute.

"... I'm just gonna casually make an illegal turn now, don't mind me..."

* * *

Forty long minutes later I was finally in the elevator waiting to reach my floor. Most of my bags were already at the apartment so I only had my one black suitcase with me currently. A familiar song starts playing over the elevator speakers, my foot beginning to tap along with it automatically.

A vibrate in my pocket snaps me out of the mini trance I was in, indicating I got another text. Grumbling under my breath I unlock my phone again, going over my mental checklist to see if I forgot anything else. I smile when I notice it was from my best friend Beth, the one who had shown me the apartment I was currently on my way to. Somehow Beth had managed to snag me a deal on the apartment, but had mentioned something about me maybe having a roommate.

Beth

'I just want to take this moment to point out how much I love you, and how amazing you truly are. So... You know that roommate I was telling you about? The fact you might have to have one because of the deal?'

Frowning I text back a simple 'yeah' already knowing where this was going.

Beth

'Yeah... You kinda have two.'

My eye twitches at that, but I can deal with it. The more the merrier, right?

I exit the elevator and start down the hall, wheeling my suitcase behind me. Turn down a hall and begin scanning the door numbers, looking for apartment number 268. I had just caught sight of it and quickened my pace when another vibrate from my phone came from my hand.

Beth

'And they're both boys. Good luck!'

I knew I should've gone with the whole wheat bread.

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A/N: Am I the only one who has bread-choosing dilemmas in the morning?