:ROUGH DRAFT: SetoSorcerer: The Never-Told Story

Temporary.

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Hah I realized I'm being to descriptive, but not in a professional way, and not talking much for Seto.

Much love,

A potato

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Seto 8:38 A.M

  

   After what happened, I realized that the madness could take over at any moment.

I was a danger to everyone.

   Why? Why, Why, Whyyyy!

   I decided to go to school for once, to clear my mind. It turns out that school was only awful because I make it awful. Somebody please explain to me what the hell is happening to me! I knew that once I go Im going to regret it, but I'm pretty sure this is just my last day.

  

   And I'm pretty sure I'll live through it. I lived through worst.

   I came through my first class expecting a lecture from Mr. Davis about me being late, but instead got introduced with dead shark eyes everywhere. Every classmate of mine stared at me as if I was a ghost. Mr Davis was as confused as I was.

   "Hey everyone," I awkwardly said, making everyone flinch. "Sorry that I'm late, Mr Davis."

    Mr Davis eyes examined me before doing anything.

    "It-It's alright Seto," Mr. Davis stuttered as if something was stuck in his throat. "Just take a seat."

   

    My footsteps filled the silence as I walked cautiously to my seat. Eyes watched me as I proceeded to sit in my chair. I looked up at a friend and he glared at me with disgust. He shook his head slowly and mouthed the words "Bastard."

   Once I planted my butt on the chair, eve-ryone woke up from the spell and listened to Mr. Davis' lecture. I felt secluded as I began to slide down my chair. Nobody bothered to notice. I stared at the clock to pass the time.

   All that I let myself think about was my brother, Trix.

  When I was younger, I used to be the wildest kid in my class. My nickname was Disaster because I always found a new way to screw up even with the simplest tasks. I had a lot of friends, but the only person I hung around was my brother.

  My brother was my inspiration. Even though people say he's younger, he's actually two years older. Due to different dads, my family genetics made me at least 3 inches taller than him. But to him, that didn't matter. Competition was the only thing that mattered.

  Trix would tackle me everday in the morning just to tell me to take out the trash. Things like that caused a whole civil war. We threw shoes. We threw apples. We threw bras at each other until one of us gives up. Then the loser would always have to clean the mess up.

   But even through fights, we helped each other through each day. When I was having a tough day, he would take me out to an arcade and we would either try to win prizes or stick coins in other kid's pizza. Then, occasionally, we would have to run from a mob of angry parents.

   Then one day, Trix decided to tell Mom and Dad about his homosexual partner. Mom was not happy about this at all. She yelled at him for hours and became quite abusive. I felt guilty as I hid in the closet, covering my ears as the screaming began to wake up the neighbors. My heart beated quick and my eyes were wider than a quarter. I told myself to go help him but my body refused to get up. Suddenly, Trix's cries came to an end. I uncovered my ears to hear police sirens wailing through the sturdy walls of my house. It wasn't until a police guard pointed a flashlight in my face when I decided to get up.