Life.

1-An Introduction

Life. Blog entry #100

Annoying, it is defined in the dictionary as causing irritation or annoyance. Oh! you need me to use it in a sentence, sure no problem. My brother is incredibly annoying. Sorry, I forgot that as of today we aren't related, that's right! He has disowned me.

Oh! You want to know why? Well I'll be glad to tell you why. My "brother" has disowned me because he doesn't want people to know that I (a considerable, polite and outspoken individual) is related to a inconsiderable, bad mannered and evasive, little turd.

OH! You want to know why I am so aggravated today. Well ladies and gentlemen, today was my first day of high school and my "brother" promised my mother that he would help me out. And his definition of "help me out" is to just throw his sister (two years younger then him) in the middle of a feeding ground.

You know those documentaries about those baby gazelles that have just been born and haven't comprehended what a lion is yet. So they are looking and this big furry creature with sharp teeth slowly creep towards them, thinking to themselves, "Well shit. I'm fudged!"

However, for me it wasn't a lion, it was just a hallway. A hallway filled with a million people shoving, pushing and doing what ever they possibly could to get to class as soon as possible. So that's why I am not in the best of moods today. Glad to be of service to you. Anyway the whole point of the story is my brother is an annoyance. However, he isn't the only one.

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"What?!" I exclaimed. "You can't be serious!"

"Oh shut up Jane!" My brother glared at me before turning his attention back on my mum, "Anyway the point is his hardworking, funny and you'd totally love him mum. So how about it, can he start working here?"

I bet you are wondering what's going on right now right? Well my brother is trying to make my mum consider hiring someone to work on our farm. You know to do all the work he would normally do.

Me, however, well I am totally against the idea. I don't want some unreasonable, gross, disgusting parasitical brat working here. There's a system, a method, a design to the way we work this place. We can't just have some imbecile walk in and ruin it all.

"He'd help you out when I am playing my games and at training. He'll be really good. His hardworking and you'd totally love him."

"What. As much as you love him."

"Shut up Jane."

"Shut up Jane." I took it an octave higher, lifted my lip and pulled the ugliest face possible. Which mind you is very possible if your face is already average like mine.

"Oh yeah, that's real bright."

"Oh yeah that's real bright."

"OH MY GOD! I didn't know you could get even more UGLIER!"

"Oh my god, 'even more uglier', I didn't know that you could get even dumber."

"Oh shoosh. The both of you." My mum swiftly turned away from the dishes she was washing, dropping one in the process. Luckily it didn't break. However a silent swear word did escape her lips. "-oodly hell...Anyway Mathew, why should I hire this friend of yours again?"

"Well, his a good worker, works at low rates, strong and is very efficient. He's my replacement mum, you know I said I'd get one and I got one."

"How long did you spend on that on?" I mumbled to myself, however, they must have heard it because they both locked their eyes on mine. "What! I didn't say anything!" I put my hands up in surrender.