"I DONT WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL!!!!"
I yelled from my bedroom, Angrily putting on my enormous hoodie. This would be my first day of public school, after being homeschooled by my brother for the past 16 years.
"I wanna stay home and watch youtubers." I mumbled, shoving things in my marvel themed backpack.
"All I've heard about public school is a bunch of violence like shootings and stuff!" My older brother shouted from the kitchen. My eyes widened in fear. I had seen shootings on the news, but I honestly didn't think anything of it until now. I always felt so safe at home.
"Danny please don't tell me things like that!" I shouted back.
I herd footsteps coming up the stairs, and he popped his head in the door. His dark brown hair all messy, and almost in his eyes.
"Its okay I'm just trying to freak you out." He said with a stupid grin.
"If there's a shooting, I'm using you as a shield..." I said to him. Looking up at his hair trying to push it out of his face. I always felt so short whenever he was around. Him being 6,4 and me being 5 foot nothing. My face was right at his lower chest level, and I'd be fine with it too if he didn't make jokes about looking down on me all the time.
"You look like a grumpy little potato in that hoodie. Its way too big." He said laughing. I felt my face get warm. He had called me a little potato ever since I was a kid and he knew how much it annoyed me, even though it was a dumb name.
"You look like a giraffe stupid!!" I said back angrily.
"I'm not stupid." He said letting out a chuckle. Coming from a big brother, feeling accomplished after annoying his little sister.
"You don't even know how to spell it..." I said.
He looked down at me with confusion, wondering if I actually thought he couldn't spell such a simple word. He let out a sigh and said.
"S T U P I D!"
"I said spell IT!"
He looked at me with a blank face for a few moments. We stared back and forth at each other, as if waiting for someone to say something to break the ice. I felt my face starting to get red, as I was trying to hold back my loud cackle of a laugh. But it was too late. I always found the stupidest things funny like dad jokes and puns, and it always annoyed my brother. He said nothing, and my laughing slowly started to die down. I was wondering if he was okay. Then he started slowly walking backwards to the door as he said,
"I'm taking you to school now! Be in the car in 5 minutes, or I'll leave you here. BYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
He rushed out the door and ran down the stairs. I yelled after him, grabbing my backpack and running through the house. I was not nearly prepared for this day, but I didn't think I would be to begin with. I ran into the kitchen, stuffed a chocolate muffin in my mouth, and ran out to see my brother waiting in the car. I opened the garage door and walked over to put my backpack in the back seat. Then I realized that my brother had gotten a much more serious look on his face. I stopped and just looked at him, worried. I opened the passenger door and sat down. He was just staring at the steering wheel. It was such a sudden change in emotion for him, and it made me uncomfortable. I slowly closed the door and put on my seat belt.
"Is everything okay?" I said quietly.
He said nothing for a few moments. Just staring, and letting out a heavy sigh. Something was definitely wrong, and I hated it. He was very upset, and I was worried I knew why. Then he said it. The words starting a conversation, I never wanted to have.
"Leon, we have to talk about... You."
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A/N
This marks the end of page one. Page two will be published shortly, but in the meantime, feedback on how this story is going so far would be much appreciated! Please tell me what you think in the comments! Thank you, Love Lec.
