Family >>Phan

Starting Off Right

This will be in all Dan's Point of View (unless for some reason I change my mind or forget?) ALRIGHTY let's doot this!

   It's senior year. My third year at this shitty high school. Moving here from London because me and my family became practically broke and were kicked out of our old house. No one besides my family knows about that. That we can barely pay rent in this tiny two story apartment and skip certain meals every other day. Luckily it doesn't show. That I can't afford more than five pairs of pants or ten t-shirts, some barely fit anymore. I've had the same Beetles shirt for probably five years now. At least our washing machine works. Barely. Having three other siblings and a mother gets a little crowded in this tiny place. Laundry doesn't always get done on time for school, so I'm forced to wear dirty clothes from previous days of the week.
I have friends though. That's good right? So they may be totally fake and only hang out with me because they're probably scared of me and never actually hang out with me out of school hours, but hey, at least I'm not alone. And I have siblings, two close to my age actually. Ryan who is two years older than me, but is still in my grade since he stayed back twice, then Adrian who is one year younger. My little sister Anna is "basically already five!" My mom's pretty nice too, although I usually don't admit that. She always tries to give, even when she has nothing left to give. Sometimes it even bothers me and I'm not sure why. Being kind to people who don't deserve it or for just no reason at all! Giving and giving and hardly receiving. Probably the same problem I have with an annoying ass kid at school. Since the day I met him, I've resented him and immediately hated him. Why? I don't even know if I know. His ocean eyes, jet black hair, clear pale skin, there's just something about him that always gets under my skin and I hate it. I'm sure he knows that too. I wouldn't let him forget it. No, not that he was hot yet adorable as hell, and no I am never admitting that to anyone, not even myself, I didn't just think that, no I did not.
Today, I find myself searching for a black t-shirt with 20 minutes til school starts. I struggle to put on dirty black jeans as a knock comes from my door. Hopping on on leg, trying to balance and pull the jean up I groan, "Who is it?!" And the door opens... just as I fall onto my ass and rip the seams off the butt area and down to the knee.
Stifled laughter erupts as the person steps through the doorway and over to my desk. "Just hmeee," Adrian wheezes laughing and holds my desk for support. "That. That just made my day."

"The jokes on you ass, these were your pants," I chuckle and whip them off, slapping him upside the head with them.

"Hey! I never gave you permission to wear those!"

"Didn't have to, mom's been giving me your clothes for a week now and you still haven't noticed," I gesture to the boxers I'm currently wearing. These are his too. "HA!" I tease and search through my laundry hamper for another pair of pants while Adrian busies himself with something on my desk.

"She's totally out of it," Adrian sighs, "been stressed about literally everything. When I went downstairs earlier she called me Anna... I'm not even a girl! Or Anna's size!"

"Well to be fair? We do have almost the same sized clothes, they're hard to tell apart with us wearing basically the same things just slightly different sizes. About the Anna thing... I don't even know," I huff a laugh and face Adrian pulling out a stained pair of grey, unintentionally knee-ripped jeans. "Are these too dirty to wear for today?"

"Does it matter?" He says and casually digs through a pile of unfinished homework on my desk.

"Um, yes?" I say, "Ya start to smell after a while of wearing the same unwashed clothes. Alsooo, we have five people living in a tiny apartment with one tiny bathroom. It's not like we take turns, it's survival of the fittest in this house."