Someday

Chapter 1

Marcel
I hate school. I'm always kicked around and bossed and bullied. Is it my fault I'm smart? That's half the reason I'm bullied. Also, because my 2 younger triplet brothers are extremely popular and so sexy, that it's probably unhealthy for everyone around them.
I could never be half as loved as Harry and Edward, my brothers. My father doesn't even love me. My mother and sister seem to be the only ones who care about be.
And before you think things, no. I am not suicidal or anything like that. I'm only depressed, but I'm not going to kill myself. Someone will care. Maybe only two or 3 people, but that's still more than no one.
Now, I said that I hate school, but that's not entirely true. I love the academic part. It's the social part I hate. Why do I feel like it would be easier if my brothers even just liked me?
Their perfect. They have a perfect life, perfect friends (well, all Edwards's friends are all druggies), and beatuiful girlfriends. Girlfriends! I can't even look at a girl without her running away. I'm not ugly. At least I don't think....
They don't defend me. No, they are not terrible people (not really because, again, Edward is a druggie), it's just that they don't notice me. They only don't care because they don't know the boy they share a room with, eat dinner with, go to school with, and helped them with their homework for 11 years.
So anyway, this was my day.

I woke up to my alarm clock being unplugged right after it's first couple buzzes.
"Edward? What are you doing?" I asked and rubbed my eyes.
"I can't stand this dammed whichcraft growling at me every morning at 6 a.m.!" his voice is raspy from the cigarettes. He wrapped the cord around the clock. I grabbed it from him and make the mistake of glancing down.
"Edward! You have absolutely no clothes on!" I covered my eyes.
"Oh, calm your tits. It's the same as yours, just better." he said but got dressed in black skinny jeans, a black Guns 'N Roses shirt and leather jacket with the sleeves ripped off. He put on leather boots and those glove things without fingers. He put on his gold star necklace and his piercings  and left the room, making sure to pass gas in my breathing space. He laughed on his way down the stairs. I sighed and got dressed into tan corduroy pants and a red long sleeved shirt tucked into my pants with a dark brown belt. I put on my glasses and made my way downstairs and saw everyone at the table eating eggs and bacon. Everyone except Harry. Mum asked the same question I was just about to.
"Hey, Marcel! Where's Harry?"
"I don't know. He wasn't in the room." I shrugged.
"Fuck!" we hear and them we hear something tumbling down the stairs. Harry appears on the floor, bleeding from his nose. "Hi, Mum."