I got 9 older brothers.
Add 7 more and you got a problem.
Add a boyfriend and you got trouble.
Add a overprotective dad with a shotgun and you got a disaster.
Read my story to how I got over these problems like for instance, oh, I don't know, gettin...
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My real name is Jeremy, I am 16 years old and I am currently a sophomore in Finigan High School.
You might notice in this story that I am usually quiet and nervous around other people, but don't worry I am genuinely like that. I am sure you all mean well, it's just how I operate I guess.
In school I have two best friends, called Jasper and Benji. I've known them for most of my life and we have been inseparable. They are also in most of my classes this year and gets rid of most of my bullies.
I get picked on if you haven't noticed, cliche I know. I've read a lot of books where the main character gets bullied before they save the day and finds friends in their struggles, but not me.
I get bullied because I am smaller and quieter than the rest of the boys. I know stupid right. They figured I am gay because of my personality or my kindness. They're not wrong but ow. Boys can be kind and straight at the same time too.
Yeah, I'm gay. If you have a problem please leave. I've been picked on enough. I haven't told anyone yet. Not even my best friends. I know they won't judge me or anything (I hope) but it still petrifies me at the thought. I don't want to lose them.
Now what you've all been waiting for. I have nine brothers. Yep, you heard (or read) right. Nine. 9. All brothers. The oldest is 25 all the way down to me. My parents had a baby every year for nine years. Yep, they really like having sons. It's a wonder I haven't gotten a sister.
My mom died when I was 3 years old. My dad wouldn't tell me how or why but I could tell he misses her terribly even though he is trying to be strong. He did a good job raising us, even though sometimes I think the house might burn down. Since no one in my family can cook (except for Jett, who is a successful chef and works almost everyday) I have to do it because I do not want my family to eat take out every night.
My dad has a very well-paying job so he could practically spend it on us comfortably for years, but we all have another idea in mind. Most of my brothers had moved out or went to collage leaving Ethan, Dylan and myself the only ones left. They still come visit from time to time, especially holidays and weekends. We all have very different personalities and interests but we have all stuck together ever since mom died.
Besides from all that, my life has been great. I got a big family, I got good friends and until recently I found myself crushing on this boy in history. Cooper. He is so dreamy. Sorry. Sorry. That is not important.
It all kind of went sideways when the doorbell unexpectedly rings.
