Broken Hearts And Bruised Egos -Book 1

Chapter 1- River

There is a fine line between a broken heart and a bruised ego, sometimes that line can get a bit blurred. How do you discern between the two? Does one heal faster than the other? Can the pain of either affect a person so deeply that it alters them in a way that they never fully recover from it? Maybe it's different for everyone, but one thing I know for certain....they both suck.

After tossing and turning all night,I woke up feeling a little anxious. Today is finally the last day of 8th grade. As of 12:00 pm I, River Weston will officially be in high school.

My only plans this summer are to hang out with my two best friends and to have a good time.
But first I have to get through this last day of hell. 

I threw on a pair of jeans, my vans  and my stranger things shirt and gave myself a quick once over in the mirror.  I wondered to myself if I should cut my hair this summer. I've been growing it out for what seems like forever now. It's finally down to my butt, but it's just a plain boring brown color. While running the brush through my hair I briefly contemplated what hair color would go best with ice blue eyes... blonde maybe? 

I quickly french braided my hair to the side and brushed my teeth.  I had about 15 minutes to kill, so I went downstairs and plopped down on the couch to check my Instagram and Snapchat . A few "end of the school year" break ups and a few summer party posts later...
  I heard little footsteps coming down the stairs which can only mean one thing. Grayson's awake.

Grayson is my little brother, and a total pain in the butt, but what little brother isn't?  What he lacks in manners he makes up for with his sandy blonde hair and brown puppy dog eyes. The kid is fricken adorable, and he uses it to his advantage.

There is a 10 year difference between us, I don't know what my mom was thinking, clearly she wasn't. I could have been an only child and mom and I could be traveling the world this summer.  But no, here we are with limited outings that have to be planned around nap times and tantrums. But if I'm being honest with myself, life just wouldn't be the same without him.

" Hi Sissy! "  Grayson said excitedly as he jumped two steps and landed on the hall floor.

I wish I was that happy in the morning not to mention that coordinated. I would have broken a leg or something.

" Good morning buddy."

" Can I watch your phone sissy?" He said as he batted his eyes.

" No, I'm using it, where's your phone?"

  We gave him my old iphone  to use so he can watch Youtube videos, he's obsessed. How someone can get that much joy out of watching other children open eggs and play with toys, i'll never know.

" It's dead. Please sissy?!"
Grayson bounced up and down giving me his famous pouty face.

  " No Gray, go get mom's phone."

" Mommy! Sissy wont let me use her phone!" Grayson yelled down the basement stairs.

"Gray, you can watch my phone, come get it." mom called up the steps.

Grayson stuck his tongue out at me and ran down the stairs. That boy drives me crazy but I do love the little brat.

I walked to the front door to see if anyone was at the bus stop yet. There were only three people there so I had a few minutes.  The middle school and high school kids ride the same bus because the schools are connected by the cafeteria. Our neighborhood is so big that we have our own bus.    

I walked back to the kitchen and opened a pack of fruit snacks. Right as I popped one in my mouth I turned to see my mom looking at me with a face that read " Busted".