So I added a pic >....< it's James btw :)
Sunny day, birds chirping happily outside my window, the smell of noodles in the morning..... Why noodles...... well I only stay with a two bedroom apartment with my two sisters, on older and one younger, and my two older brother. How we are plenty with no parents. Well... let's wait for the cliche drama stuff that will tell the elaborate tragic past shall we, trying to start a good day.
So our two sisters occupy one room and the three of us occupy this one, we don't hate each other or anything, it's just we're not kids anymore and I don't want to know what happens in the other room. and noodles because my younger brother John and older brother Eric, love noodles, and I adapted that. I don't hate noodles, just neutral. My sisters, Mary and Annie are very cranky in the morning, so we tend to avoid them until we all get back from school; well the three of us do, Eric and Mary are working part-time jobs so the three of us could study.
Oh yeah where are my manners, my name is Josh Andrews, so obviously we are the Andrews siblings. my best friends Melanie and Jerry are twins and we always have the same classes. And also we have Timothy, the most obnoxious guy in school but can be very sweet at times. As to not be discrete I'm 15 years old turning 16 two week from now, and my sisters are fussing about me turning 16, I mean what the heck people, okay okay....... so I'm the only one who took most of my mother's genes. I'm short, not that muscular rather slender, big blue eyes, and sandy blonde hair, she was half-American, half-Filipino. oh hey races, yeah from the Philippines here. Our dad is totally Filipino, so naturally all of them are tall except for little ole' me, yeah that was a pun right there. But we are here in the Philippines because our aunties and uncles are supporting us at times when Eric and Mary can't keep up the bills. I'm not lazy, I do part times too.
And tomorrow is the start of our new year in high school, junior year to be exact, and I'm pretty much mistaken for an elementary student due to my petite stature. And more so my younger by one year brother John, wants to spoil me my trying to steal me from my friends during lunch breaks, I don't hate it nor am I ashamed that I'm belittled by my baby brother. there goes another pun, laugh okay. He is freakishly tall, accounted from genes and is the so called "hottest sophomore" in school. Well by year level they label the "hottest" students. I, seeing as I am, was never nominated, nor do I plan to be. I was always nominated and wins by a landslide as the "cutest junior", which pretty much ticks me off. Our sister Annie is the "cutest freshmen" so there we all have titles, I for one don't like. Since Anne, that's what I call her, is pretty much a born socialite she didn't get any problems getting friends. As for me the born in the shadows type of person was brought to light by my mortal enemy. I hate him for that matters, Darren, the oh so called "hottest junior". The whole vane of my existence, I could never forgive him for what he did to me last year. And that my friends is going to be told later on. I felt my life was like a story written and made after I received consciousness after birth. Jerry and Timothy are like my hell hounds, well in terms of being the hellish body guards as they are. They don't let just anyone get close to me. I swear after that incident they always, as in always, stick to me. always like after leaving the house, going to classrooms, getting food from the canteens, even to the point of going in the bathroom stall with me; they look behind, I'd smack their asses if they try to peek. And they always walk me home, even Melanie got into the gig, not going in the bathroom though. And that's why John is in good terms with Tim and Jerry, John is also super protective of me, that's why they contact each other and schedule who will do this and that with me.
To clarify my hate for that arsehole Darren. He humiliated in front of the entire school. Though because of my looks and charms, that stuff, became a stepping stone and made me really popular. I still hate him though, I'm used to being unnoticed, now it seems like every candy wrapper I throw in the can is picked up by someone, creepy and unsettling. Even my boys can't find out who that garbage collector is.
We have a "Play" tomorrow and it is done by partners. And as always, be it fate, destiny or the stupid author's way of saying things will bloody change tomorrow.
I've made some revisions regarding the lineage of the pips, but I'll be making a character reference so there :P
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Fragile Heart (boyxboy)
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