''Izzy look I found a puppy!'' Logan ran into my room carrying an adorable but also dirty beagle in his hands.
''Logan! Get that out of my room he's covered with mud!'' the six year old me yelled.
''But he's cute! Look at him Izzy. We can keep him in the garage and mom and dad will never know. And we can clean him together, and I will bring him food every morning, and when mom and dad go to work we can walk him and we can call him Logan Jr.!''
''If mom finds out she'll kick him out and we'll be grounded. You know we will.''
''But look at him Izzy...'' he came closer to me and put the puppy on the bed. I instantly reached out for it and started petting him.
''He's adorable...'' I said with the biggest smile on my face. ''But if mom...''
''If she finds him I'll say it's my fault'' Logan replied.
''You will?''
''Of course. I love you Izzy'' he hugged me and I hugged back.
''I love you too Logan'' I smiled feeling like the happiest kid in the world. I had a cute puppy and the best brother there is, what's better than that?
PRESENT TIME
''Isabelle hurry up!'' my dear brother yelled from downstairs.
''Just give me a minute!''
''They guys are picking me up-- ''
''One minute Logan!'' I shouted even louder. It was like this every day ever since last year. Logan's friend Joey would pick him up for school every morning and I would go with them. My brother had a problem with that at first but eventually he gave in saying it would be more humiliating if his sister goes to school by the school bus than with him. This year I assume is going to be the same.
Our relationship changed over the years, since we started high school to be precise. Logan, being the bad boy he is, immediately became friends with a couple of guys similar to him. I was always the more quiet, polite, and better behaved one so obviously I didn't fit into that group, so I found friends of my own. Logan and I still love each other very much, and when we're at home we're still the cute little six year old kids who tell each other 'I love you'. But in school, we're not that close, we're okay, we never fight or anything, but we also don't spend very much time together.
''Isabelle!''
Oh yeah, and he rarely calls me Izzy or any other nickname these days. I guess it's because he didn't want to call me by nicknames in public so he got used to calling me by my full name even when we're alone.
''I'm coming!'' I shouted for the last time and made my way downstairs. He is lucky I wasn't a preppy type of girl so it didn't take me much time to get ready. A simple white t-shirt, purple skirt 'cause it was still warm, and matching flats.
''Finally'' Logan sighed, ''Joey's already waiting outside.''
''A minute more won't kill him'' I replied walking into the kitchen and grabbing a box of cookies.
''Seriously Isabelle?''
''What? You know how much I eat'' I smiled. I'm really lucky I can't get fat, 'cause the amount of food I eat is unreal.
We walked together to the car where he sat in the front seat and I comfortably placed my self in the back. Our ''driver'' is no other than the one and only Mr Joey Richter. As you can already imagine, I don't like him very much. He's full of himself, always going around messing with people, looking for trouble, and breaking hearts of poor stupid sluts who think he actually loves them.
