The Sister of Michael Mell

Chapter 2- "Friends rejected"

   Science has never been my favorite class, so my headphones were on my head the entire class period while doodling a bit in my sketchbook. Most of the sketches were just outlines of dancers or clothed models. Some of my sketches are influenced by the song I'm listening to: Fireflies by Owl City. I create the hair textures and outlines of the girl and the boy looking and reaching out for the fireflies. I realize it's me and Michael after a while of drawing. Wow, I'm so weird.

   I forgot to mention: I am in most classes with my brothers' grade, I'm advanced. (So yes it's the Jake you think it is!). I'm in some classes with Jeremy and Michael too! I can't wait! I don't just have lunch with them!

"Yo, what's the girls' name behind you?" a boy with a red stripe in his hair asks Jake.

"Her name's Michelle. Rich don't think of trying anything funny." he says looking down at the short  kid sitting at the desk next to him. 

"You got Madeline, you're fine." the shorter guy says with a smirk and chuckle. He reaches over and taps on my shoulder after kicking the kid out of the desk next to me. 

"Yo, you're name's Michelle right?" he asks, smile on his face. 

   I nod a little. "Yuppers, what's yours?" I ask, smiling a little at him. We're the same height so we see eye-to-eye.

"Rich, my name's Rich." he states, holding his hand out to me. I shake his hand after rolling up one of my hoodie sleeves that cover my hands since the sleeves are so long. We both laugh a bit and learn more about each other. 

"Wait wait wait..." he says, hands moving in a 'pause', 'hold up' motion. "You're a freshman and in this class?! Man your siblings or parents must be smart too, eh?"

I giggle, covering my mouth with the gigantic hoodie sleeve. "Well, my parents aren't around, so it's just me and my big brother, he's in this grade, so it makes it easier on both of us for homework, projects and stuff like that." I say happily.

"Wait, who's your brother?"

"Michael Mell." I say, smiling.

"...Wow, just wow...I was not expecting that, umm...wow..." he replies, face full of shock and other mixed emotions.

"Do you know him?" I question, hoping to get some other peoples' opinions about him.

"Er, yeah I know him..." he says, rubbing the back of his neck then brightening up a bit. "So, why don't you tell me about your parents?"

"That's quite a touchy subject..." I say kind of quietly. I really don't like talking about them, like ever.

"Aww, you can tell me, I won't tell anybody, I promise." he keeps on pushing for a bit longer.

"Okay, fine. My father is dead and my mother is in jail." I say quickly, his face immeadiatley drops.

"I'm so sorry Michelle, I'm so sorry..." he says, putting his hand on my shoulder, with a sad expression on his face. "I know how it is, losing a dad is...but both...? How do you live like that?"

"My brother and I get checked on ever week by a super intendant of child services since they think we're old enough to take care of ourselves, but they can't completely leave us alone, they also fully pay for our house and food, although if we want stuff for ourselves we have to earn our own money, so I work at the Seven Eleven down the street whenever I have time, usually over the weekend!" I say, smiling a bit, I don't like to go on about the sad things in my life, I like to lighten up the mood.

"Nice! I'll have to visit you while you're at work sometime!" he says, a smile on his face.

   Before we know it, the bell rings.