Under His Domain

C H A P T E R O N E

       P.O.V Michelle C

           whether i shall turn out to be a hero of my family's life or whether that place will be held by someone else as in my brother that i knew very well it will be him but i could only wish, Micky he's literally perfect the star child mama's boy and papa's boy he's graduating next week from med school he got four years on a full scholarship. smart bastard, I'm guessing he will be honored with a Ph.D.to say that i was jealous of him was an understatement i wish i could do half of what he has done it has noticeably made my parents undeniably proud.

Still it would be nice to think i can help my parents but I'm just some 16 year old that can't seem do anything right, i just have to mess things up more and cost them more money that we obviously don't have                                                                                                                                                             My mama and papa never say that I'm a real big pain in the ass , they really didn't have to they were real easy to read, I especially noticed it on my fathers face he always had a disapproving look when i did something wrong or just in general.I know he hated that i was "tarnishing" the Casanova name.We used to be everything and everyone knew us my dad was the owner of the biggest start up companies in the world that was until business got slow and the debt out wade the income.

rrrrrriiiinnnnnggg

i always seem to be up before the stupid alarm all i does is give me headaches and annoy me         i don't really see the point in having one.

"fuck" a low husky groan emitted from me it was way to early to be waking up and my body ached to be placed in a tub full of ice and water

this is probably why i will never really help my parents I don't even try to get out of bed in the morning.To bad wasn't all that bad kid i had straight A's but my misbehavior outweighed my good effort in class                                                                                                                                                                           ehh being a stripper can get us hella mula it would be a great option if it wasn't for the fact that i was fat and ugly and obviously won't fit in the little strings and fabric patches so that won't work especially for me.

i finally slipped out of bed landing on all fours "Jesus" i hissed  remembering yesterdays events 

"Look man honestly your, really starting to piss me off" i grumbled glaring at my older brother noticing he had yet to break a sweat and i was already dyeing i wasn't really the most fit person on earth but i could last a mile  hyperventilating/half passed out you know the normal (me asf) "good let out your inner Casanova" distracting me from my thoughts i remembered the task at hand i did the final set of punches to the bag.......

Only reason i worked out with him was to make my mom happy she's very obvious of the fact that I've gotten in way to many fights at school and they don't seem to stop so she thinks with tiring me out it'll prevent myself from fighting on a more real note she should cut of my tongue if she doesn't want me to speak anymore cause my smart mouth always gets me in trouble and if it's not my mouth its my facial expressions    sorry not sorry.