Why I Stopped Smiling: Based On True Thoughts

Sam's Second POV

   Hello! Guess who it is? That's right. Me, Sam Collie. If you were going to ask, no My day was very okay, as usual. But today, it was a little better. In a small way. You'll see. It all started a little something like this.

   I got up today around 6:30, to early for me, and got on my phone. Don't blame me, I couldn't fall back asleep. But anyway, when I was on my phone, I decided to look on Instagram. When I looked, I looked up the name BrittanyRules104. I now right, I think it's cringe worthy. Anyway, Brittany is a bully at school. Sometimes, I just feel like looking at her posts. Don't judge me. Anyway, that morning, her newest post was posted  ten minutes earlier. She had just posted it. It was a pic of her laying on her bed with pursed lips and with her hands making a peace sign. Ugh, it was so like her. Whatever. Then, I read the words that she had written on the picture. It said, "Off to school today to laugh at more peasants!". For some reason, that really aggravated me. I mean, the pic already had 237 likes. How is that even possible?

   Anyway, I got up and brushed my teeth in the bathroom down the hall from my room. Then, I got dressed. I put on some black, ripped up jean shorts and an old MTV shirt. When I looked in my closet, I decided on some light gray High Tops for shoes. That was my usual go-to outfit.

   I went downstairs to get some breakfast. I found my brother plopped down on the couch watching TV with a bowl of Lucky Charms on his lap. No TV tray, just on his lap.

   "Dude, you are going to spill that and mom's gonna be mad at you." I said glaring at my brother.

   "Oh my gosh! No I'm not!" He screamed back at me.

   "Okay, well, whenever you spill that all I'm gonna do is laugh." I replied.

   "You think I care?"

   "Yes! Because you will be begging me to help you clean it up, and I'll just be laughing."

   "Oh yeah? Well, you look ugly."

   "Boy, I ain't no mirror!"

   "Wow." That was his only come back. His only one.

   I popped in a couple of Pop Tarts and poured myself a glass of milk. When the Pop Tarts were ready, I put them on a paper plate and headed into the living room.

   "Hey! Those are my Pop Tarts!" My brother screamed at me.

   "Bro, none of the food in this house belongs to any one person!" I yelled back at him.

   "She's right." My mom said as she walked into the room.

   "Thanks mom." I said with a small smirk.

   "Really mom! You always take her side!"

   "Yeah, because she's always right!" My mom said smiling at me.

   "Yeah, I'm always right! Thanks again mom."

   "Another perfect example of you taking her side. Again!"

   "Can you stop talking? No one cares, and no one is listening."

   "Oh whatever!"

   "Guys! Stop it right now!" My mom yelled across the kitchen to us kids.

   "Okay mom." Hayden and I said in almost perfect sync.

   About ten minutes later, when I finished my breakfast, I played with my dog for a while, and started to get ready to walk to school.

   "Hayden! Lets go! We will be late if we don't go now!" I screamed down the hallway towards Hayden. That dang brother, always running late.

   "I'm coming! I'm coming!" Hayden yelled back at me.