Ok I have never written anything before. not really anyway. so let me know what you think. Thanks.
My crazy ass storey started when I was 15. Sort of. When I got my first tattoo. It was of a bird, to signify my flight into the world on my own. Why is a 15 year old on their own you may ask. Well sometimes shit happens.
"Get your butt outa bed you lazy bitch!" Older brothers can be so annoying sometimes. I knew he said this out of love. Honest. He was my best friend, well one of them (I'm not a complete loner). He dragged me out of bed to my surprise, usually he leaves me because he knows out of the two of us I definitely have the upper hand when it comes to fights, and dragging me out of bed is a beatable offence. I launched at him, and he ran. Damn he can run fast. "I'm gona hit u so hard you won't remember the last 5 years of your life."
"You'll have to catch me first fatty." He laughed to himself. Bad move. When you stop paying attention to where you're going accidents occur, and he was running. Fast. He ran straight into a wall, fell right on his butt. I could not control my laughter. I was literally rolling around on the floor laughing. I never really got that phrase till now. He got up and brushed himself off, "I thought you were gona hit me so hard I forgot the last 5 years of my life?" he said smugly.
"I think the wall did that for me" I tried to reply through the fit of laughter. Somehow I managed to drag myself off the floor. "What was with the morning greeting, moron." Mum walked in and saw the massive lump on his forehead and just rolled her eyes, she was used to our constant fights and gave up scolding us. One of us all ways ended up getting hurt and somehow it was never me. I smiled to myself as I thought of this. My brother saw and scowled at me. He walked over and patted me on the head. I hated that it was so patronising. "We are going out today remember." I almost forgot he promised to take me out to buy some new converse. He ruined my old ones, which is the bad thing about having the same size feet. And yes I do have big feet. Get over it. I would buy pink girly ones if I thought it would stop him nicking them but I don't think it would, plus I'm not what you would call a girly girl.
I hated shopping. So I picked my shoes and then wanted to leave. My brother however loved shopping, and I loved spending time with him. So I went along with him, he knew I hated shopping and I didn't let him forget it. "Fine we'll go to HMV and then you can go for a drive." My two favourite things, music and driving. I loved them, and yes I wasn't old enough to drive yet but my brother would let me drive his car round empty car parks, and I have to say I am an awesome driver.
"Slow down, crazy bitch" this only made me squeeze ever so harder on the gas pedal. The smile on my face as I screeched round the car park. God I could do this all day. I felt so... free. But it all has to end sometime doesn't it?
Beep beep beep. School, early morning, that says it all. I actually quite liked school despite the hatred of the early mornings; I got to spend all day with my friends messing around. That was my education. I still managed to get good marks though and I never got into trouble, not serious trouble anyway. But things change. Quickly. And when they do you are never ready for it. I had few friends but those I had I was very close to. Lucy, my best friend ever was in most of my lessons. Art was my favourite. It was another place where I could be free. I could just wander round in my own mind and try and find a way of putting it onto paper or any other medium I wished. I was quite a wanderer of the mind. Daydreaming was a talent that I had down to a fine art.
"Katie, Katie, KATIE BUTLER!" damn why do I not pay attention. I looked up to see who had so rudely shouted my name. "You're wanted in the Headmaster's office now." My history teacher said with a scowl. I never remembered her name it was always miss to me. Shit, what had I done now? I suddenly tried to recall all the things that I could have done wrong. I couldn't recall anything that would warrant being called to the headmaster's office. I walked up to the reception and told the woman that I was there to see the headmaster. She told me to take a seat and she would let me know when I could go in. it seemed like the longest five minute of my life. Damn the suspense was killing me. I couldn't stop fidgeting. Ryan walked in, another one of my close friends. "What have you done now?" he said with a chuckle. "I haven't a bloody clue."
"You must of done sumart else you wouldn't be here." I wish he would get that stupid grin off his face. I could tell he was loving this. Like I said I didn't usually get into serious trouble. "You may go in now." Shit.
He had a grave look on his face. He was sat behind an overly large desk in an over large leather chair, which made him look like an umpa lumpa. I had to stifle a giggle. He cleared his throat as if he knew and was warning me not to laugh. Which made the urge ten times worse. He gestured for me to take a seat. "I guess you're wondering why I called you in here." No I just thought I would come and sit here in silence, of course I'm wondering you idiot! "I have received a phone call from you're parents." Shit what have they said. I know I'm not the easiest of people to have at home but we all need somewhere to take out our frustrations, they wouldn't get me into trouble at school would they? "You're brother has been admitted into hospital" he showed no emotion. I was stunned. This could be the only time in my life so far where my mind has been blank. I don't know if he was waiting for me to respond but I was speechless so there wasn't going to be a reply anytime soon. At this point I would have just preferred the sitting in silence. "You're parents have said that they wish you to stay in school till two o'clock when they will be coming to pick you up, I suggest you go back to your lessons and resume you're day as normal." Still no emotion. And im still speechless. But unfortunately no longer blank. What's happened? How bad is it? Shit, what do I do? "What..."
"I don't know what the extent of his injuries are, or why he is there. I suspect it won't be too serious..." and I just stopped listening. He's in hospital of course it's serious you dick. How do you expect me to carry on as normal?
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