This is what happens when you take off those Glasses. [Completed]

First Impressions.

Slipping on a pair of light-ripped jeans and my dark grey hoodie, I walked downstairs lazily as I slipped on my jean-toms. 

"Morning dude." My brother, Joshua, said to me as he let out a deathly yawn. 
By deathly, I mean it was as if he was in Harry Potter and the death-eaters were taking his soul.

"You're a douche." I muttered under my breath, grabbing a piece of toast while spreading peanut butter across it's rough surface. 

"What was that?"

"I said, Let's Get a Pouche?"  I asked quizzically, hoping he'd buy it.  

"No one wants something that shits, eats, shit again, then sleeps." Was his reply as I followed him into his  black Dodge 2011 Charger. 

Fastening my seat belt, I took a bite of bread while it crumpled all onto his brand new seats.

Oh shit.

Widening my eyes, I turned to him as I pushed up my glasses hoping he didn't see. Just my luck, I wasn't going to get murdered today. Or, maybe I was considering right when we parked the car and I took a step out of his vehicle, his face turned red with anger as he glared daggers onto the crumbs on his seat.

"How in the name-of-hell did those get there?!" His tone rising, as his 'dagger glaring' brought it's way up to me.

Unlike I, Josh was gifted with my mother's sky blue eyes and golden/brown hair. Lucky shizznits.

"Uh. Baldymort and the Deathly Swallows took a turn in event's and had a dirt fight looking for soup but brought crumbs from the homeless people across the street into this car." 

Okay, WTF moment? 1] Why did I say Baldymort, when I know his name is Voldemort? And Deathly Swallows? COME ON. It's Deathly Hallows. Maybe I didn't want to sound like the actual nerd I was. And 2] Homeless people? Really? 

"Whatever geek." 

Smooth, Emma. I whispered to myself. 

"Just get away from me, and don't tell anybody we are related." he muttered in my ear as he passed by going to his -Clan Of Douche Bags- .

What a dumb f@ck. He doesn't think people will realize we have the same last name?  

Muttering nonsense to myself, I made my way to my classes.  

People stared at me like I was an alien. I was use to it though, so keeping my head down, I made it to my classes.

Half the day passed by in a breeze considering I was way ahead of everyone since I already studied the learning material we were learning this week in Math and Science. It was now lunch, and I saw alone at a corner table just eating my Banana Chocolate Muffin. My brother kept stealing concerned glances at me, and I could tell he was feeling guilty. As much as we hated each other, we also got along. Hell, who has a sibling and gets along with them 24/7 - 365? No one in there right mind, of course.

"May I sit with you?" a voice asked wonderingly, surprising the shit out of me.
Glancing up was a boy with shaggy brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Pale, and thin. He looked like me, an outcast.

"Sure." I replied, taking a bite into my yummy muffin. 

"I'm Daryll. Daryll Cooper." 

"Emma Johnson." Was my simple response. 

Besides that little greeting, lunch consisted of our silence, and other people's conversations surrounding us.

Reaching my locker, I felt a presence beside me. Looking over, I realized it was just Josh.

"I thought you didn't want to be seen near me." It came out as more of a statement then question. 

"I feel bad." 

Good. He should. 

Slinging an arm around my shoulder, people glared at me while girls looked lustfully at him.
'For the love of god you whores! We are siblings! Keep your damn legs shut because no one wants to smell fish.' I wanted to scream.  

"Josh. I appreciate what you are trying to do here, but I'd rather not people think we are dating."  I whispered to him. 

"Tell them the truth then. Maybe it'll boost your damn social life." He shrugged and with that, left me to face the classroom of history. 


-- -- -- -- --

"Oh my gawd. Are you, like. Dating Joshua Johnson?" Some blonde bimbo asked me greedily. 

"We're family members." 
I didn't bother saying he was my brother or people would have been all, "Why is he hot, and your not? Get the bad genes in your famjam?" considering people don't know how to shut there trap. 

-- -- -- -- --- --

Avoiding everybody that day, I decided to walk home since my brother 'left'. Him leaving consists of skipping and deleting the message ASAP leaving me alone.

While walking, I found myself to be so bored that I thought of quotes;

"That awkward moment you go up to Lord Voldemort and say 'Why so Nosy'? "
"When Wednesday from the Adams Family beats up Rebecca Black for singing Friday." 
"When you see a ginger and say, 'Breed or your race will die." 
"Cool story bro, Wanna skip to the chapter were you Shut the fawk up?" 
"Stay calm and grow a moustache."  

After thinking tons of thoughts, I made my way through the door to my warm and cozy home. It was september so it was a tad bit chilly outside.

"Emma, wanna make me a sandwich?" Josh screamed from his room. 

"No." I mumbled to myself, but knew he'd scream at me if I didn't. 

Grabbing a bun from the counter, I sliced it open while putting in cheese, ham, lettuce, pickles, tomatoes, and mustard. Yeah, Josh like's to eat that.

"Here." I placed the sandwich on a plate and held it in front of his face so he couldn't play his 'sexbox'.  

"Thanks. Bye. Leave." 

And I left. Don't got to ask me twice.

Walking into my room, I slammed my door shut and stared at all my poster's on my wall which consisted of mostly band poster's such as Ice Nine Kills, A Day to Remember, The Cure, and what not. 

Walking over to my bed, I put on the NoteBook and watched it until I fell asleep.

You may be thinking,
'but what about dinner?!' 
I eat when I'm hungry. My parent's are usually working together on business trips so they are never really around.

Well, they were until a few years ago when the Private School was eating away our money. So here we are, doing pretty good with money, but home along with my devil-of-a-brother.

The last thought before complete darkness was my prayer, 

'God, please make high school a good experience for me. I want to enjoy it like Josh does.' 

and once my head slightly touched my pillow, I was asleep faster then you could say 'Marry had a little lamb.'