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Story Of My Life. Part 1.

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Story Of My Life. Part 1.

I walked through the park, oblivious to my surroundings. It was a cold winter afternoon, around 5pm as I took my place at the park bench. It had been my favourite spot ever since I turned five, when I had found out that I had a brother. I had always been raised as a single child and I liked it that way too, but when mum told me that I had a brother that lived with my biological father, I cracked it. Back then, I just wanted to punch him and hit him for never being in my life. I had been badly bullied at school, to the point where I had almost turned suicidal. I had been called every name in the book, only the bad ones of course, and it hurt. I used to think it would stop, even though I thought it couldn't get any worst. I was only getting hurt emotionally, but when a new kid, Dylan came to school, well, that's when it got physical. I would be thrown up against the lockers and would stay pinned there until a teacher came, but I would have already been punched, kicked and whatever else they could think of. I have also had death threats by multiple people in my year level. I am in year 10 now and all I can say is its hell. My teachers hate me, my classmates all hate me, but at home, I feel loved. My mum makes everything fun. She is so supportive and never says a bad thing. Ever. I feel like I can really connect with her.

It eventually got too cold for me to continue sitting where I was, so I got up. I stuffed my head phones in my ears and walked slowly back to the bus stop. As Andy Biersack's voice filled my mind, I made my way home. My house was located in the rich area of the neighbourhood, but we were struggling. When my house must have been built, they must have made a massive mistake with the zoning, because all around our average sized house (for two people, that is) were massive mansion type houses, all with expensive sports cars in the drive ways and lots and lots of windows. My mum and I owned a Toyota and not a very nice one. I was starting to get rusted and I knew my mum was already working overtime every night just to feed us. I knew we would never be able to be as well off as the kids at my school, but I loved my mum and the work she does. She works as a vet, meaning she brings home her work and I am in charge of caring for the small animals.

I walked down the street, my old battered converse hitting the pavement in rhythm with nothing in particular, until I came to our house. I knocked twice after checking the front door, which was locked as always. Mum answered the door a mere thirty seconds later, holding a little new-born kitten in her hands, eyes still not open. There was a little blue towel wrapped around the tiny creature's body as she handed it to me as I walked through the door. I looked down at the warm bundle of fur that was in my arms as mum explained about what happened with it. I tuned out half way through the explanation but I remember she said something about it being found in a trash can. I hated people like that who treat animals like shit.
Later that night, I went to bed with the little kitten, asleep in a little box near my bed. This always happened when mum brought an animal home. Her room was the same size as mine, but she had a double bed from when she and dad used to live together, so there was no room in hers and I liked to give the animal company anyways.

My alarm clock went off beside me. I reached over to turn it off as I got out of bed to get ready for school. Although I am sixteen and well enough capable to do it myself, mum always insisted on plaiting my long brown hair every morning. It had become a habit of hers. I ate breakfast and packed my bag with all my school needs before running out the door to the bus stop. It was quite boring so I'm guessing you don't wanna know about my bus ride *smiles*.

School was as boring as all the past years I have had to go. Get my books, go to class, put my books away, go to recess, get my books, go to class, put my books away, go to lunch, get my books, go to class, put my books in my bag and eventually go home. It was always the same. I had no body to spend it with, no body to talk to, so it wasn't as interesting as you might find it. To explain the no friend thing, well, ever since my dad left, I have had social issues. A social issue is just an understatement. I never talk, I never laugh, I never look at anyone, just listen to my music. I am some-what of a loner I guess.

Tonight, something interesting is happening. I am going to finally meet my brother. I have never met him before. Ever. I know he is older than me by a few years, so hopefully he is nice. He used to live with our aunt, one that I have never met, so I dunno if he will even know who I am to start with. Question after question is all running through my head. I couldn't answer any of them; they all just kept coming and coming.
I got home, knocked twice, and smiled up at my mum's cheerful face. She was always cheerful, even when she is in pain. Like for example, my dad left when I was six, she was cheerful all through that but I knew inside, she was in pain. You could see it in her eyes. She is better now though.

"Sammy, you know you are meeting you brother tonight, yes?" my mother asked. I nodded my reply and her smile widened. "So, can I do your hair then? And did you want to wear a bit of makeup?" I nodded and smiled up at her loving features. She was actually really beautiful for a forty year old mum. Oh, and if you are wondering, I never wear makeup. I have only ever worn it once to my great grandma's funeral. My brother wasn't there. I would know.
My hair and makeup was finally done after about half an hour. A few minutes later, a knock was heard on our wooden front door. There were three knocks, unlike my two. His were short and sharp, mine were spaced out. I am super observant when I'm nervous if you didn't figure it out yet *smiles*. I walked into the living room, near the door. I saw long black hair as I saw my mum hugging a tall figure, well taller than her at least.
"Oh Jacob, you have grown so much!" My mum said, finally releasing him. He turned around and for the first time, I saw my own brothers face.



Jake Pitts.
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Brava! this is awesome!!