Hug me, brother, chapter 1
I rolled over and opened my eyes. It was light and sun shimmered in through my window, landing on my guitar. I realized how picture perfect it was, if only it were the same as my life.
I reached over to my desk and turned the clock so it was facing me, 6:30 A.M. it flashed. I considered what to do before getting up and heading into the bathroom. I stripped down and hopped in the shower, humming a random tune; after I washed my hair I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and got out.
I'm guessing here would be a good place to introduce myself; I'm Delilah.
I'm 17 years of age, tall-ish and slim; I have brown and pink mid-length hair and blue-green eyes. I'm quite hyper and happy. Sometimes perverted.
I walked into my room and opened my closet, looking at what to wear. I settled on a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt that says 'Miss bitch to you', and my purple Converses.
I dried my hair straight then using the straighteners. I flicked the bottom out so the pink was showing quite a lot. I then finished with my usual black rim of eyeliner, some pink eye shadow, and tinted pink lip gloss. I checked myself in the mirror; not bad, but nothing special.
I jumped down the stairs and walked into the kitchen to be met by the sparkling brown eyes of Seth, my little brother. Well I say little, but he's 15 and probably acts more mature than I do. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, eating a pop tart.
"Those are gonna rot your teeth," I said as I was washing an apple from the fruit bowl.
"Yeah, then I can get gold-plated gangster teeth," he smirked at me.
I pushed him off the counter and told him to get ready for school; he saluted me then wandered upstairs. About 5 minuets later, my mom came into the kitchen; she pushed me out the way grabbed some Tylenol and went to work, slamming the door behind her.
"Ouch," I mumbled to myself. I went into the front room and put on the TV, enjoying some Spongebob. 20 minutes later I was in the car, driving me and Seth to school with him rambling on about some gig he wanted me to take him to.
"Please, please, please, Dee, I will love you forever if you take me and Chad," Seth whined.
"Okay, geez. I'll take you, and I will sneak us some drinks too, but you are not to get wasted like last time," I said, giggling and the memories of Seth crawling home at half 3 in the morning.
"So what band is it?" I asked while turning into the school car park.
"Something like The Lost Boys or Sweet Boys. Something like that, they're punk anyway," he said while pointing out a space to fit my beat-up, faded green Mustang in.
"See yaw, wouldn't want to be yaw," he said in a cheesy accent and going to meet his friends.
I sighed and headed over to my homeroom. I got in and sat down at the back, waiting for Jay to come. Jay is my best friend, Jason. He's 16 and a right punk. I've known him since I was 13. The bell rang, and people started to come and take their seats.
Mr. Goodie was up front, sitting at his desk. As usual, the last person through the door was Jay; he came in and slumped forward, resting his head on my desk, groaning.
"Good morning sunshine" I moaned in his ear. He swatted at my head.
"Late night again, Jay?" I asked while stroking his hair which is normally spiky, but today it's just fluffy and sticking out all over the place.
"Yeah, I didn't get out the mosh pit 'til like 12, then I did shots and woke up with a blonde next to me," he said as Mr. G started taking the register.
After that, the day seemed to go pretty fast; I had music class today, so I was in a pretty good mood. I was sitting on the hood of my mustang waiting for Seth when I felt someone tap my shoulder; I turned round to see Seth there, grinning from ear to ear at me.
"This is Jake," he said pointing at a kid with black hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"Nice to meet you, Jake," I said, smiling at him.
I got in my car, and Seth and Jake hopped in the back, talking about some skate trick that had just been invented, and that they had to try and learn how to do; I smiled at their eagerness as I drove us home.
I reached over to my desk and turned the clock so it was facing me, 6:30 A.M. it flashed. I considered what to do before getting up and heading into the bathroom. I stripped down and hopped in the shower, humming a random tune; after I washed my hair I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and got out.
I'm guessing here would be a good place to introduce myself; I'm Delilah.
I'm 17 years of age, tall-ish and slim; I have brown and pink mid-length hair and blue-green eyes. I'm quite hyper and happy. Sometimes perverted.
I walked into my room and opened my closet, looking at what to wear. I settled on a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt that says 'Miss bitch to you', and my purple Converses.
I dried my hair straight then using the straighteners. I flicked the bottom out so the pink was showing quite a lot. I then finished with my usual black rim of eyeliner, some pink eye shadow, and tinted pink lip gloss. I checked myself in the mirror; not bad, but nothing special.
I jumped down the stairs and walked into the kitchen to be met by the sparkling brown eyes of Seth, my little brother. Well I say little, but he's 15 and probably acts more mature than I do. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, eating a pop tart.
"Those are gonna rot your teeth," I said as I was washing an apple from the fruit bowl.
"Yeah, then I can get gold-plated gangster teeth," he smirked at me.
I pushed him off the counter and told him to get ready for school; he saluted me then wandered upstairs. About 5 minuets later, my mom came into the kitchen; she pushed me out the way grabbed some Tylenol and went to work, slamming the door behind her.
"Ouch," I mumbled to myself. I went into the front room and put on the TV, enjoying some Spongebob. 20 minutes later I was in the car, driving me and Seth to school with him rambling on about some gig he wanted me to take him to.
"Please, please, please, Dee, I will love you forever if you take me and Chad," Seth whined.
"Okay, geez. I'll take you, and I will sneak us some drinks too, but you are not to get wasted like last time," I said, giggling and the memories of Seth crawling home at half 3 in the morning.
"So what band is it?" I asked while turning into the school car park.
"Something like The Lost Boys or Sweet Boys. Something like that, they're punk anyway," he said while pointing out a space to fit my beat-up, faded green Mustang in.
"See yaw, wouldn't want to be yaw," he said in a cheesy accent and going to meet his friends.
I sighed and headed over to my homeroom. I got in and sat down at the back, waiting for Jay to come. Jay is my best friend, Jason. He's 16 and a right punk. I've known him since I was 13. The bell rang, and people started to come and take their seats.
Mr. Goodie was up front, sitting at his desk. As usual, the last person through the door was Jay; he came in and slumped forward, resting his head on my desk, groaning.
"Good morning sunshine" I moaned in his ear. He swatted at my head.
"Late night again, Jay?" I asked while stroking his hair which is normally spiky, but today it's just fluffy and sticking out all over the place.
"Yeah, I didn't get out the mosh pit 'til like 12, then I did shots and woke up with a blonde next to me," he said as Mr. G started taking the register.
After that, the day seemed to go pretty fast; I had music class today, so I was in a pretty good mood. I was sitting on the hood of my mustang waiting for Seth when I felt someone tap my shoulder; I turned round to see Seth there, grinning from ear to ear at me.
"This is Jake," he said pointing at a kid with black hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"Nice to meet you, Jake," I said, smiling at him.
I got in my car, and Seth and Jake hopped in the back, talking about some skate trick that had just been invented, and that they had to try and learn how to do; I smiled at their eagerness as I drove us home.
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