Being in the Bowers gang is quite a reputation, but you know what's worse? Being related to the gang leader. And it doesn't seem like it can get much worse right? But Believe me it does.
Being the twin to the gang leader is very, very rough...
And i...
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With my plain black leather jacket.
Today was weird, waking into school, knowing it would be the last time for a while.
Over the course of this year, I had become pretty close to the "losers", who actually turned out to be pretty cool, behind my brothers back of course.
We haven't hung out outside of school ever so that made me wonder if we would see each other over the summer.
Me and Stan have become very close, making Richie always comment about when were going to make out already.
And I'm a touchy person but I've never been more glad that I am because that means I get to touch Stans hair on occasion and say it's just because I've always been a touchy person.
So, walking into English with a grin became my routine and I carried it out today.
"Hello Hazel." Stanley greeted me.
"How's it rolling, Stan the Man?" I took my seat, pacing my backpack in it's usual spot between me and Stanley.
He rolled his eyes "don't--"
"Welcome to the last day of English class!"
The end of the day,
The best party of literally everyday,
Was robbed from me today.
As I walked out of the main entrance of the school, never wanting to return, I instantly wished I could be back in English Class when everything was peaceful.
I saw my twin pushing and pulling the losers around.
Not again.
"Henry come on!" I called out, making my way towards the groups, "on the last day of school, really? Today's supposed to be the best day, can't you just call your man titties for once and--"
Then he physically cut me off.
I knew he was a bad brother but this was a whole new level.
