Lost [boyxboy]

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"DUDE! Wake up now or you'll be late for school by going on foot." I groaned and pulled my covers over my head. Someone pulled them off. The cold hit my body quickly. I shivered.
"Wake up!" I heard angry footsteps go out of the room.

I groggily sat up in my bed. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands. Followed by a yawn. I got up and walked into my en-suite bathroom. I did my business, washed my hands followed by brushing my teeth. I looked in the mirror. I let out a disappointed sigh with the appearance I saw. Myself.

I have rosy blue eyes with balayage hair color, my hair style is one-sided way. It looks awesome in my perspective. I have semi board shoulders, or I do. I really can't tell since I hate looking at myself. I have six-pack abs. I am 5"9' feet tall. I'm assuming that I am tall and lean since I am actually pretty tall and, everyone tells me it.

I have an older brother. His name is Aaron. He's 25 years old. He goes to college not far from home since he can't leave me in my "state being". It's his third year. He took four years off due to health problems. He gotten better and is now fully recovered. After that, he went to college. He still baby's me even though I'm 16 years old. He is back home due to health leave of an injury. Which in my eyes, is healing faster then what was said. Aaron has elmelid green eyes with dark dirty blonde hair. It's so weird.

Our mother has dark ocean blue eyes and light blonde ash hair. I guess I got that blue eye gene from her but my eyes are soooo lighter than hers. Aaron takes her hair in a way. As I take my dads, light brown in a way also. But he has green hazel eyes. It's just a weird mix-up in our family I can say. Sometimes people don't believe we are a blood related family, which I hate the criticism.

Today is Thursday. Which, I hate more then I hate baloney anything. Not only it's Thursday, it is also practice day. I am on the volleyball team at my school, varsity. I'm a junior.

Which everyone says its the hardest, most important year of all your high school experience. But, to me it really isn't. It's like the best. It just seems easy to me. I'm truly thankful for being naturally smart. I don't have straight A's but I do have them on my papers, and report card.

People expects me to play football with my height, and competitiveness, but volleyball always been my passion. It's pretty obvious this sport is the right one for me. Football in my eyes is just overrated and so dangerous to me. Don't get me wrong, I love to play it. But, not in a team, everyday thing.

Some are really competitive. Volleyball is like the same thing. It's my thing. It's free, fun, filled with energy.

But, it's Thursday practice which means we got to run 2 miles around the football field. Which, I rather not since the football players get to do free-play intensely, which leads to hearing them think they are so cool since they won or something.

The fact that I'm running at the same time as it, puts me in a intense stake. Football players are really attractive in my school. That's probably another reason why I don't want to play football all the damn time.

I went to my into closet. I would taken a shower, but it's Thursday so after practice I will. It's not worth taking a shower going all bomb smelling and coming home smelling like a musky girls period. Oh god, that's just so gross.

I put my favorite, everyday black shirt on. I slipped in my white ripped jeans. And my Timberland's on. (Timberland is these popular construction boots, for say) I personally love these boots. I put my chain on my pants.