Chapter 2: Collin
H-h-h-h-hi, I-I…my name is Collin. Please, do not hurt me. I am sorry if that was not your intentions, but I do not feel safe anymore.
I am, what I believe you will probably entitle as a nerd. I have a very high IQ, but even though I deem I should be proud of myself, I am afraid I am not. I am terribly terrified to admit that I think I am not a great person. Not in the form of being mean, or a player, but in the form of being not even a consideration in a girl’s must-date list.
I have social problems and I acknowledge it. My parents are from England, but they brought me here when I was less than a year old. I have a little of the English accent though, not enough to charm girls.
I have very deranged, emaciated legs and extremely little muscle material; that means I’m weak and don’t play sports.
Once, my parents heard about a ball the school was hosting I was trying very hard not to allow them to know. As soon as they heard about it from one of their friends, they forced me into going. When I got home, they had the tuxedo already bought, the limo decorated and an exotic flower for decoration in my tuxedo before they even knew if I had a date or was even going!
My lovely parents threatened to take away my computer and my books! They are Hades and evil side of Persephone sometimes. I had to go, and since I did not have a date, I had to invite Dria. It was super embarrassing, as I had a purple eye and my face was red blood, and I know embarrassing.
Since I have super skinny legs and my knees wobble every time I give a step. That is where I got my nickname, “Wiggly”. Every girl at school avoids me when it comes to dates; even kindergarteners can throw me down. I have not tested this hypothesis but I have a small brother that is one year younger and that kid can be a kraken, the son of Hades. Every time I look back at home there he is with an evil grin, and when I blink he’s not there anymore (ninja or an alien are some hypothesizes besides kraken.)
Evil little brother’s name is Apollo, but I do not think he is as nice as Apollo is. Yes, he is a music prodigy and does not even read his textbooks! They still have the plastic cover. I live in my little brother’s shadow! ADORED by EVERY single girl at school, and even more by guys, who say he is the mini version of a perfect player, is my brother. He “dates” every girl in the cheerleading squad, and some in the university! He has my mom’s perfect looks; perfect dirty blonde hair with brown ends and ocean blue eyes, while my hair is almost white and my eyes are dull. He will certainly follow her step as a model.
Can my life be any harder? Yes, it definitely can, and everyone ensures that. I beg my mom so she does not drop me to school, but she does not understand. The chauffeur at school drops off my brother.
Oh, and did I mention that I only have one friend? I do not like my life, but I try to pretend that I do, since I guess I am lucky to be alive, maybe.
