The World Called WORLD

Chapter 1-I hate my life

Just a note:
This is my first time writing a story that's ACTUALLY not a fan fiction, so do let me know if I can improve anywhere. I would really appreciate that ;).  If you have any ideas for this story, do let me know and I might add it in. I'm not good with coming up with ideas myself lol.

I never liked my life. My dad was a workaholic. He owns a huge research company that creates medicine, alcohol, chemicals blah blah blah. The point is he rarely comes home. And when he does, it's because he wants to see my grades.

My Mom fell sick last summer and never left the hospital bed again. Doctor says she has some sort of illness that makes her unable to think properly. When I visit her, she is usually in a daze or is speaking some gibberish.

My siblings were one of the biggest problems. Cade and Hank, twins, were only a year younger than me, which was 13. And they behave like 8 year olds . Since my Mother was seriously ill and couldn't take care of us, I had to take up the responsibility. And boy, those two peanuts(I call them that) were so hard to take care of I was going nuts. Sometimes I wished I never had siblings.

What could be worse than your family matters? Oh yes, school.

My grades were the only thing I had to keep my reputation alive. I was pretty good at my academics, but what are As and Bs compared to having memes of you posted on Instagram Everyday. My only Friend was Melody Frye, and we had been besties since second grade. She had a great sense of humour and we would spend time together when I was free during the weekends. Then there was this other girl called Serene Grace. She had a group of friends who wore high heels to school and followed the latest magazines fashion trends. That's okay for me, but she was a meme master, loved to judge people and was kind of a bully.

I never really cared about the ongoing trends, which made her pick me out easily. She would take pictures of me and make what they called memes and post them up on her instagram. The latest one was 'I don't usually try to put makeup but when I do'. Okay first of all, I never put make up. That was just tomato sauce. And she could have told me to wipe it off, but nooooo she had to make a meme.

Her grades were bad, so she would usually come up to me and say,"Homework for one less meme." That meant every homework I let her copy she would post one less meme of me. And the Teachers always thought I was the one who copied her homework. Obviously that was stupid, but what could I do otherwise to stop memes of me going around? She had so much respect around the school no one ever argued with her.

Melody would sometimes try to stand up for me, but in the end she would come back crying. And I couldn't tell the Teachers. If I did, Serene was going to come after me, and I didn't want a meme master on my tail.

Then there is this boy. His name was August Parker. When we were in third grade, I was partnered up with him for laboratory experiment. We argued over who mixed the chemical and from that small argument led to the next. I hated him and he hated me. We had this mutual understanding. His grades were as good as mine, which made me even more competitive. However, in sixth grade, his puberty started and boy I had to admit he was kind of handsome. He had a ton of friends, was in the school Soccer team and his grades were way better than mine. He was a jock, and was well respected around the school.

And what about me? I was hiding in the shadows with One Friend, in the library club and had decent grades. I still remember telling him "Boys are dumber than girls. I'll always be better than you." And now, whenever he came close to me, I had to hide my face. He would smirk and walk past me, and I would have strangled him if not for the Teachers.

So, my life was pretty bad. How could it get worse than this? I would find out pretty soon enough.

It was 2 weeks to summer. Dad would be coming home tonight to check on our grades...again. I combed my hair and stepped out of the bathroom.

"Peanuts! Ready to go?" I called to my siblings. They were busy playing Pokemon on their Nintendo 3DS. I snatched it out of their hands.

"Hey! Give it back! I was just trying to beat the elite four!" Cade whined. I rolled my eyes. "It's time for school. Who even plays games in the morning?"

"We do!" They exclaimed in unison.

"You haven't packed lunch!" I said, realising their lunch boxes were empty.

"Aren't you supposed to help us?" Hank asked, snatching back the 3DS and putting it into his bag.

"When are you two going to grow up?" I asked sighing, and took their lunch boxes to the kitchen. The house was pretty big, but it felt empty without my Mother. Her laughter would brighten up the mood in the house. Right now, there were only the twins' whining.

I stuffed some sandwiches in their lunch boxes and called," Go wear your shoes now!"

"Yes Mom!" They joked in unison. I took a deep breath and tried not to scream at them.

The bus arrived soon after I gave them their lunch boxes. "Don't call me sis in school again." I reminded them. I had enough trouble in school. I didn't want to handle two annoying brothers too.

I boarded the bus and walked all the way to the back where Melody was seated. I plopped down next to her. "So, are you nervous about your dad coming home tonight?" She asked. I ignored her. My dad was going to be a problem, just like the other thousands of problems in my life.