Just a Lucky Duck

Chapter One-Where It All Begins

  Story Under Construction/ Beware it's really bad right now

   We sometimes think back to the past. We wonder what we could have done to change it. Ever little decision we had made we try to figure out how to change it. What we could have done to change it. What we can't do to change it.

     I remember when my brother got strung by a bee. It broke my heart the way he shredded tears. Yet I just stood there and watch him cry. I felt so awful about not comforting him. I mean l could have done something at least. Patted his hair to calm down his screams. Rocked him back and forth. Brought him to Mom and Dad, but I didn't I just stood there frozen. I kept beating myself up about it. Until, I told myself I couldn't do anything about it. What happened, had happened.

     You see, that's what we do. We constantly torture ourselves until we're just dust. Sometimes, something can make us forget about it. They make us forget about what we did. Make us forget what we should or couldn't have done. A lot of us aren't lucky enough to have something to take the pain, the torture away. To distract us from the constant reminder that we did something wrong. Well, I guess I'm just a lucky duck.

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     "I just don't get it ,Melody," My underdeveloped in everything instead of a huge ego twin brother yelled. As I turned my head toward him, the seat belt rubbed on my neck. I rubbed my irritated neck, while I looked at Michael. He's nose was wrinkled and his eyebrows were narrow just like they always were when he was angry. I glared my inragged eyes at him.

     "I told you Michael. I'm not doing any of your homework,I'm not going to help you when you are dumb enough to get drunk and I'm definitely not talking to your 'girlfriends' after your done with them," Each word I managed to get out, I was getting closer and closer to his face. My anger was boiling inside of me. How can Michael think I could deal with he's drunk self or a steaming slut. I was already annoyed by himself. I didn't want to be even more annoyed by his drunk side. The very thought of him asking me to do it all almost pushed me over the edge. I realized that I was wrinkling my nose so I stopped, but I still gave him my insane intense eyes. He's emotions turned into a pleading mercy.

     "Come on Melody, there's no harm. It's what normal teenagers do, go to party's, get drank. It's the great thing about high school," He says with reassurance. Typical Michael, all fun and games but no work.

     "Why don't you ask your friend to do this things," I said. He looked nervously around. He figured his seat belt continuously. I realized what he was going to say before he said it.

     "They said  they wouldn't do it anymore," I laughed a overwhelmingly fake laugh.

     "So why do you think I will, high school isn't suppose to be fun, your suppose to learn and get and education, so you can go to college. Then after college you can have fun," He rolled his eyes.

     "Education can go die in a ditch for all I care,"He said with a hint of annoyance.

     "Maybe you should go and die in a ditch,"I come back at him. I grinned in aw for the kind a great come back.

     "Woah, guys! Calm down. I'm sure you can agree on something,"My over developed in everything including a huge ego big brother announces. He was driving the car so I couldn't see his face but I knew that he had a grin on it. He always thought it was 'cute' when we argued. Since he was the oldest he got to drive.

     Edward (my big brother) is a a Freshman in college this school year. He had just turned 19 last week. Michael and I are Seniors. We're both 17 but in two months we'll be 18.