Forever Alone

My Brother

Today is Monday, a terrible day if I might add. It's so terrible I may never tell you why,  but why would you care? You know nothing about me and my pathetic life....So I guess I'll start with introductions.Halfway through this paragraph, great! I've already screwed up. Anyway, I'm Ivy Sophia Rose, yeah I know Ivy and Rose? That's the name I'm stuck with but it's been growing on me, I mean it's a gift my dead parents have given me so how can I complain?

Back to me, I have long, wavy, dark golden brown hair, my pale face is average with my eyes being the feature, they're hazel brown. I'm driving to school with my older brother who I have never met because his family says 'This side of the family likes to stay away from large cities and the people who live there', don't they know that I lived in a city? Or is that their point...?

Anyway, I'm annoyed because they live so far from the school that I have to wake up super early and drive with my brother in his ugly black Ferrari with his friends surrounding us in other cars. And don't get me wrong I love driving fast cars and the route is scenic but it is all ruined by their loud obnoxious laughter and pointless conversations. But it's not like my judgment is very fair at the moment because I hate every single one of them and I might be exaggerating the situation just a little, and I have barely met these mindless idiots. I can't really say I hate them that much as I have only been living in this town for a few days.

My gaze drifts up to my brother who is staring at me from the review mirror in his driver's seat, I stare right back because he really has no reason to stare and if he were looking he would only see me sitting in the back seat next to one of his lady friends. As I look around I see that more of his friends are staring at me with a look of shock filling their usually humorous faces.

"What are you staring at?" I demand.

"Your face." My brother says smoothly before chuckling.

This brings a faint smile to my face because his laughter is rich and filled with emotion but I don't want them to know that so I cover my mouth with my hand.

"He has a lovely laugh," One of my brother's male friends say, "don't you think?"

"Leave her alone." my brother growls making me gasp in shock at his animalistic tone. "Sorry," He says as his facial expression softens in the mirror, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't. " I say, but he did because it reminds me of the treacherous night when the wolves came and killed my family and left me to die. I still have the scars if anyone needs proving.