The Boy Next Door

all going great

my life has always been revolves around my family, friends, cheer, and school. I made sure of that after my parents threatened to send me to boarding school, when I was 13.
yeah, it has been hard, but I've gotten so much better. I'm signing up for different cheer colleges, hopefully to climb up the ranks to cheer for the Cowboys. it's been my dream ever since I knew about cheer. when I was younger, all my family cared about was cheering and football. my parents wanted their kids to succeed early on, sending my brother and I to our journey now. we both are totally different, only loving one thing. football.
I thought I was going to be a football player, but my mom has other plans. it was my first dream actually, second to cheer.
I wanted to play so bad, that I would try and fit in with the youth football team.
It got so bad, that my parents didn't let me come to some of my brothers games.
I finally decided that my only shot at getting close to the field was cheer.
then my dream started.
I practiced every day, didn't miss a game.
even if I was really sick.
I made a promise to myself and my brother that we would play every game, together.
no one standing in our way, forever.
and like every single book you have ever read, something goes very wrong.
as the wolf decided to kidnap and hide the grandmother from Little Red Riding hood.
but someone always comes to save the day, Prince Charming or even The Lumberjacks.
but that didn't happen in this story.
no one came to save me.
from this wretched place.
how about we start?

***
October 2nd 2004
"push honey, you have this! you can do it!" my dad encouraged her on, only glancing as the doctors tried to help my mom.
they panicked around, giving her pills, antibiotics, shots, anything to help her with this outrageous birth. I watched in astonishment at the age of 4.
the birth of a true legend in the years to come. I'm glad I'm this kids big sister, pushing him around, telling him what I want. he's my brother, and I wouldn't trade him for the world.
as the cries of my brother, along with my mother echoed around the sleeping hospital, the sun crept over the mountain range. beams of light stretched over the big hills, landing straight flat on my newborn brother, Noah.
he's a chosen kid. they say.
but I wasn't, born on February 22nd, at the stoke of 3 in the morning.
the witching hour.
but of course, my parents loved me the same. always hinting that they spoiled him more. they got him the nicer car, nicer phone, better reputation, and he's more popular. it's sad honestly. but it doesn't bother me, I know that my parents still love me. they only rewards us if we get good grades, and only the best attendance. great, right? only that my brother is far smarter than me.
even though I have had 1551 days to get ahead, he always beats me.
but hey, slow wins the race, right?
but this is now, and I can't live in the past forever.

***
February 22, 2018

my birthday.
today, I have officially turned into 18.
so exciting! only if I had enough friends to compliment me.
I'm pretty much a loner at school.
yes, I am the captain of our varsity cheer squad, but it's not enough to give the guys to people to try and talk to me.
I would love it if even Ana wasn't such a bitch. everyday I have to deal with her, she's my side hand in cheer, always nagging me on how I could do better. I've never really had a full conversation with this girl, never really wanted to. yet, she always tends to give those unneeded comments.
"oh Carson, maybe you should stop snooping around that picnic baskets! you're getting a pop in the stomach there..." then she turned to laugh with her friend group.
she's pretty, without the brains. the only thing she knows is bad comebacks, and how to ride a boy to mars.
I've heard enough horror stories on how Ana was such a backstabber. selfishly, I'm glad it isn't one of those ex best friend relationships with Ana and I. that would be too much on my plate, probably just to throw it under the table to feed the dog.
I the look around, finally pulling open my locker. looking inside, I peered around for my 'essentials reading' textbook.
no where to be found.
turning around to mentally face that teacher, I practiced in my head what exactly I was going to say. looking around, my eyes locked onto Ana. her taunting glare spoke to me, finally noticing the textbook in her hands.
anger flamed within every vein in my body, spreading like a wildfire. she bounced the book in her claws, having a look that could kill.
scratch that.
that could slaughter.
my feet took over, quickly walking over to Ana. my fists balled up, reacting to my emotions.
who steals something from a used locker?
especially one that locker was locked!
she could get suspended for this.
my hand pulled back, ready to fire.
in that exact moment, fear flashed across her face as she dropped the textbook.
what the fuck am I doing?
this would ruin my career.
as my hand was ready to blow, I stopped myself in time.
my eyes wandered to the ground, watching the bent textbook. bending down to pick the book up, a foot kicked it away, barely brushing my hand. I jumped up abruptly, frightened by the sudden figure standing there.
hell was about to be raised.