The Good, the Bad, and the Crazy. //+//A Complicated Love Story//+//

Chapter 2: Branson.

I don't know what it is to be special. I have been typical all my life. I'm not good in school, I'm full of myself, and as the rich kid I was raised as I'm unappreciative of even the roof over my head. For so long m world had been about material things. I wanted that, I got it. I wanted this, I got it. And I never said thank you, or realized, or cared that others weren't as lucky as me. That would have required something I didn't contain. Compassion. YOuhave to love before you can have any of that stuff. Now, I don't know if I believe in love at first sight, or soul mates, or any of that sort of thing, but if those things do actually happen, then they happened to me, because all I know, the only thing that is without a doubt true n my life, is that she wasn't there and I was the person I was and then she was there and I, and everything else around me, was so much better. It was like I'd been watching a movie in black and white and then she walked in and everything turned to color. It wasn't because she was beautiful, and she was beautiful, it was because her heart contained something mine lacked. She taught me how to love, and she brought me out of the darkness I cal ignorance, and she showed me the way to thoe who I could hel. She taught me how to care about others, and she made me want to be a better person. Even when I look at pictures of here at her worst and others look away, I still see the girl who if nothing else taught me what it was to be more than a material being. I was alive before her, I thought I was living, but that girl, she made me truly human.

If you think you want to hear this story, its a good one, I'll tell you that. I'll tell it to you if you want, but i should tell you first hand, it's not  happy story. Not all of it is bad, no, there were defiantly some good times, but more of it will have youre heart aching. I still tell it though because I lived it and no matter how bad the worst was I still wouldn't go back and whisper into a younger version of myself, "Move a little to the left. Put your headphones in. Don't look up until your girlfriend gets back. Trust me, you don't want to knock into whats about to come around that corner." I would never want unknow her.

So let me take you back, about a year ago to the last mroing I still lived in a colorless world.

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My name is Branson, I’m seventeen years old, and everybody loves me. No joke. I know you probably think I'm just like really full of myself or whatever but its true I'm no saying it because its what I'd like to believe, I'm saying it because I feel like its something you need to understand about me for any of what I'm going to tell you to matter. I’m star of the football team, oldest child out of four, dating the hottest girl in school—Layla—, not to mention I’m filthy stinking rich! I am seemingly perfect. Seemingly, being the key word here.

My moms a docter and my dads a lawyer, but we have money so far back in the family neither of them actually needs to work. Our family has money that goes way back on both sides and truth of the matter is that my parents could probably have gotten away with never working and we would have been alright, but they wanted to work and so here we are left with more money than we know what to do with, and a bunch of spoiled souls. 

I live with both my parents, my two younger sisters, Kate and Sophie, and my younger brother Junior. Kate is only a year younger than me but she skipped a grade so she’s a senior with me at school. Sophie is two years younger than me but she’s very mature and I often find her hanging out with my group of friends. So basically I see them everyday in class, in the halls, at the lunch table, at home, and on the weekends. I don’t mind much, though. My girlfriend likes them so I deal with it.

Junior is only seven. He’s the baby of the family. He’s named after my father who was named after his father. Don’t ask me why I wasn’t a part of this passing on of the family name thing because then I'd have to go on this whole rant about how they love him more and whine whine and blah blah.