Isolation (Book #1 of the Taylor Series)

Nine

"Eve, Mom wants you downstairs for dinner." Adam calls when he barges into my room.

I roll my eyes as I have to backspace a few letters. I hate having to backspace. It's a waste of energy. "Yeah, hold on. I only have a paragraph left." I mutter, biting my lip as I type out a few words spelled incorrectly, exactly as Stella and I talked about.

"Yeah, well, mom wants you down there now so we can have dinner like a family." He mocks, and I roll my eyes.

"Give me a second." I mutter, and he groans from behind me. I hear his heavy footsteps coming towards me, and then his chin sits atop my shoulder.

"What are you working on?" He asks, and I sigh.

I spin around in my chair, and he backs up as to not get hit with the chair. I take in his appearance once I realize he's still wearing his church clothes. A baby blue button up shirt and khaki pants with grass stains on the knee. 

What an idiot! He's lucky he's mom's favorite. She'd have his head otherwise.

"I'm writing an essay for Stella. Mom's gonna kill you for getting those clothes dirty." I point at his kneecaps, and he narrows his dark brown eyes at me.

"I thought her name was Sienna." His voice is suddenly high pitched, "And, no she won't. We all know that I'm her favorite." He smiles devilishly.

I roll my eyes, "Sienna is my best friend... Stella is Graham's girlfriend." I ignore his statement about Mom's favoritism, not because it's not true, but because he's annoyingly right. I hate when he points it out. As if it's not already obvious to the rest of her spawn.

"Graham has a girlfriend?" I nod slowly with narrowed eyes, "Oh, I thought he was a faggot." He mutters and turns around to march straight through my door.

"We don't use those words, Adam! It's offensive!" I shout, and with a loud laugh echoing from down the stairs, I know he heard me. 

I groan. I hate that word. It just sounds so disgusting and gross and and and and... Hateful. I hate it. It's amazing how the way people say words can actually ruin the word itself. Like Dyke or Butch. I hate those words too.

Besides, Graham is not gay, and to even assume it because of the way he acts is absurd. Like when people, or Adam, say that they think someone's gay... Based on what exactly? They've never seen Graham date a boy or have a sexual relationship with a boy, so how can they possibly claim such a thing? Even then though, how do you know that he isn't a bisexual? 

The point is that Graham has never shown any interest in men, and he has a girlfriend. Besides, the fact that being gay is shown in a negative light, as if Graham were gay it'd be a bad thing, is incredibly annoying.

I get up from my chair, stretch my arms and back, and push my chair under the desk. After making sure that the essay saved, I glance around my room just to make sure everything looks straight. My bookshelf is filled to the brim with books by famous scientists and people like Richard Dawkins and Stephen Hawking. It looks messy as the books are in unorganized stacks based on the order that I've read them and the order of which one I'm going to read next. 

Needless to say, I keep the rest of my room clean so that people focus on that instead of the messy shelves. 

Marching down the stairs as Adam had only a few moments ago, I immediately get yelled at by Mom. Once she finishes, I hear Elijah laughing loudly. Such a little demon, that kid. I make it into the living room alive surprisingly and see Violet on her knees, picking up papers littered around the floor.