Tomahawk

Chapter 1: The End

"Bye Connor!" Sydney yelled. I laughed, "See ya later, Syd!". 

School had just gotten out for the summer, and I was pumped. I had a basketball camp at University of California at Berkeley in a few weeks, and even better, my best (senior) friend was going to start there the same week I was. 

Andy Calles was the son of billionaire Chris Calles. He was the soccer superstar and got all the ladies for it. But for some reason, he never wanted to date any girls besides Helena, his girlfriend. Personally, I  had always thought her twin, Caris, was hotter. 

When I got home from school, my stupid little brother jumped on my back. From above the doorway. Somehow, he had gotten above the door and had been waiting for me to get home. Needless to say, I crashed to the floor face first. Jake was 11 years old and 160 pounds. He was the youngest, most mischievous, and most spoiled out of our five person fam. My parents gave him so much food, and pretty much whatever else he wanted, that him getting out of bed was a miracle. He had started out so promising, but then he'd given up basketball in favor of 2k16, which was actually a pretty fun game.

Anyways, when I fell, I practically destroyed my face on the hardwood flooring of our house. There was already a dark pool of blood forming around my nose, which I'm pretty sure was broken. "You f****n idiot!" I screamed. "Are you f****n retarded?!" I made my mistake when I cussed. Nothing made my mom more angry than when there was cussing in her household. "Connor Wyatt Johnson! What did I just hear out of that mouth?!" I knew I was dead meat, and  it didn't help that Jake was snickering behind me. "You're in trouble, you're in trouble," he sang. Then Mom walked in. 

"What in the name of deez nuts happened in here?!" she screamed, staring at the pool of blood, which I was still laying in. I scrambled to my feet and exclaimed, "It was Jake! He was being a stupid idiot and jumped on my back when I walked in!" She turned to look at Jake. "Jake, baby, I know you didn't mean to hurt Connor. But even if you did," she turned to look at me, "It does not give you an excuse to swear in this household, Connor. You know better, don't you?" Then she walked into the kitchen, only to come out a few minutes later with a roll of paper towels. "Jake, for being stupid, you have to clean up this bloody mess. Connor, for cursing, you're not going to basketball camp."