Just You

Hi there :-) soooo.... this is my first shot at letting people actually read something I wrote so please don' t be too harsh on me :-) pretty please?

This idea's been stuck in my head and I just wanted to try and actually put it into words. Good luck to me :)

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#Dylan

My stupid alarm clock went off at six, rousing me from my peaceful slumber. If my life was a movie, this would probably the time when a montage with a cheerful pop song would begin about me getting ready for school, trying on clothes and posing for the mirror. However, the thing about movies is that they lie about life. So, I dragged myself out of bed and down to our kitchen with drool on my face and everything. My brothers were sitting in their usual places at the dining table chewing loudly on some cereal. Dad had probably already gone to work and Mom was in the kitchen.

"Morning, Dylan," Mom greeted me, setting a bowl on my place at the table between my brothers. I yawned and smiled as I took my seat.

"Morning Mommy," I said.

"You're so childish, Dyl," Kyle told me rolling his eyes.

"What? I call Mom Mommy, too," my baby brother Robbie told Kyle.

"Robbie, you're seven. You are still a child. She's like fourteen or something."

"I'm sixteen, Kyle. You're just jealous Robbie loves me more."

It's funny how my baby brother always stands up for me against Kyle. He rolled his eyes once more earning him a look from Mom and went back to inhaling his cereal. I smiled at myself and dug in. 

...

Kyle and I dropped Robbie off at his school which was like five minutes away from our high school. My brother pulled into the student parking lot and cut the engine. I rummaged through my bag for my  journal which was technically just a notebook sewn together from the pages of my past notebooks. Kyle sighed.

"Get out of my car, Dylan."

"Rude much? It's not even your car. It's our car."

"Oh yeah? Since when did my baby become yours too?"

"Did Dad actually give it to you?"

"No, but he will."

"And until he does, it's our car. He always refers to this thing as the kids' car."

I went through the school doors and lost my big brother to his friends. He was a senior and I was a sophomore. I headed towards my locker and stopped in my tracks. Where was my locker?! Literally,  I wasn't lost or anything. The metal box just wasn't there anymore. There was simply a gaping hole between locker 2614 and 2616. I stood frozen at the spot dumbfounded. I heard a snicker behind me and I looked around. There stood the bane of my existence with her perfect smile, perfect eyebrows, perfect face, perfect hair, perfect body, and horribly distorted and damaged stone cold heart. A heart that once beat for my brother. 

"Dylan, sweetheart, what seems to be the problem?" she asked innocently.

As if I didn't know this was all her doing. She's been pulling stunts like this ever since the incident but I'd sooner die than admit to anyone I was being bullied by the head cheerleader. How terribly cliche! Besides, I could perfectly handle her, most of the time, when I can control my temper.

"Where's your locker?"

A sneer tugged at her glossy lips. I rolled my eyes at her, something useful I have learned from  Kyle. I knew it would annoy her. I had the same blue eyes as Kyle and I hoped it would remind her of him. I got the reaction I wanted. Her lips quivered and her expression soured.