"Hello? Helloooooooo? Jake where the hell are you?"
And the call drops.
Well this is just great
Yeah that stupid brother you have is just freaking great.
I head out into the school's parking lot as a chill runs through my spine.
It's so cold
No shit Sherlock
I look around hoping my brother's black Mercedes pops out.
You can't do this to me. Not today, please
While I'm looking around I notice a pink paper hanging on the main door of the school.
Volleyball try-outs!
When: Tuesday, October 23rd
Time: Right after school until 5 pm
Requirements: Bring a water bottle, Wear spandex shorts and sneakers, and Have a parent's consent form filled out
Glee fills me up inside. Volleyball has always been a sport I've loved and I've always been quite competitive. This gives me a chance to prove to everyone that I'm not some "sick and mental" girl.
I take a photo of the sheet and put a reminder.
Wow so you're shitty brother decides to not show up, you better start walking.
I pop on my headphones and turn on my Alt-J playlist.
I start walking down the cool road of East Burgindale when a car approaches me.
The person on the passenger side begins to roll down their window.
"YO SHAWTY? Your ass is out of this worrrrld. Let me get a piece of you" he shouts.
"Fuck you" I say bitterly.
Who the hell is this??
In an instant my face is splashed with something cold and wet.
I wipe my eyes furiously and notice the red paint on my hand when a bucket of bandages is thrown on me.
A flash blocks my vision but I'm still able to make out two figures before they drive away.
Andrew and Heather.
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When I finally arrive to the front of my house, I take a look at myself in the window.
Isn't this just fucking great
I'm soaked from head to toe with bandages scattered all around.
Much to my dismay, I notice that my brother's car is parked. I go over to the side of the house and climb onto his balcony. My jaw begins to clench when I see him laying down on his bed on his phone.
And he couldn't even answer the phone???
That lumpy fucking potato.
I open his balcony door and he jumps up at the sight of me.
"I can expl-"
"Don't. Save it. Apparently others are more important than your little sister who just came back from a fucking mental hospital."
"Bu-"
"I don't want to hear it. Anyways while you were just here, Kevin and Heather threw paint on me and bandages." I clench my jaw even more because the thought of them pisses me off.
"Wait you're the girl?" he says turning as red as a tomato.
Jake quickly goes onto Heather's Instagram and shows me the recent photo.
Ugh, I look like complete crap.
Her caption read: "Oh look her wounds opened up again. We had to get her bandages to cover her cuts. HAHAAAA"
As I read her poisonous words rage begins to fill me up.
That narcissistic slut. I swear to god I will rip out her vocal cords and run her over with a truck.
Make her suffer even more.
"Well mom left $1000 since she's going to be gone for a bit. Think we can come up with a plan?" he says in an aggravated tone.
"I've already got one" I smirk.
A/N
Sorry I had to change someone's name
