Innocently Rebellious

shy

pretty faces and broken souls;
broken boys and pretty destruction

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It was a lovely, lovely day.

A line I would've said if I wasn't piled with so much shit to deal with.

As I sat on my classy beige chesterfield chair, watching an eloquently pleasant video of me, well Camara me, being dumped with a bucket of colourful cheerful things such as spoiled milk and after party puke, I sighed and thought to myself:

'It was a lovely, lovely day.'

You'd think this was a cliche. Although, as much as we love our dear platitudes, I dismally remind you that this isn't one.

"Yo Camara, wanna check out the spazzin
skate park with yo spazzin gorg brotha'?"

Meet Ham.

A beautiful specimen, such of this fresh highschool replica of a total geek, too-cool-for-school wannabe, who watches youtubers that has a habit of screaming every fucking second and uses words like spazzin.

If there ever is a stereotype of such.

He's nine years old.

"Go with El."

"Oh hell naw. Kid, you better come here this instant and take me to the skate park if that fat ass of yours still makin' it possible to bounce."

I turned to him, "The fuck?"

"Mexican moms are cool."

"I don't think that's how they speak-"

"Now now Camara, be gentle to him. He is but a couple years old of fragility and angelic physique." A deep voice with an incredibly handsome English accent spoke from my door.

Meet Elton.

A typical guy who'd be stared at by any girl alive just because he's that beautiful. Plus the accent, plus the vocabulary of a Shakespearean writer, plus the unbelievably sharp jawline and perfectly long lashes that make him look like some angel fallen from heaven. I'm not even exaggerating.

My brother is gorgeously divine.

And the other one is pretty levelled if not for his abhorrent teenage phase of a personality.

But most importantly, me. I'm tremendously more stunning than any of them combined.

Down to earth as well.

"She being a spank worthy muffin' this gurl. Give 'er some spanks daddey." Ham, said, no more like shouted in an accent so insulting that it would sprout riots from all around the world.

"Ham. I may be a daddy but do not call me that. My eloquent features shall not be diminished by such erotic, foul terms." El reprimands, in a voice that seemed to be made of charm and a gold wrapped dick.

"I am not going back to a skate park with nine year olds! One of them touched my butt and asked where I bought one!" I gawked.