The cigarette fits in between my fingers as if it was meant to be. The smoke slowly drifts out of my mouth. It then travels out of my cracked window. I inhale and exhale once again. I grind the rest of the cigarette into my ashtray. Bringing my head up from my homework, I see her looking at me again.
I watch him smoke from my bedroom. As he finishes, he spots me watching him. His keen eyes stare at me as he shuts the window and closes the curtains. I hear my older brother, Gavin, walk past my room.
"Are you looking at that loser prick again? God get a life, Wynn." He scoffs.
I slam and lock my door in one smooth motion. Something about Harrison intrigues me. I can't put a pin on it, though. I pull out the bottle of Vodka from my knapsack and take a big swig from it.
My father yells from the other room. My moms cries softly but I could still hear her. My little sister, Athena, comes running in and hugs me. I place her on my bed.
"Harry, I'm scared." She squeaks
"Wait, here." I say
I walk over to my mothers room. My dad has left, again. I tuck her in bed and brush her hair. When I get back in my room, my sister is gone. I lock my door and slide down to the ground. I walk back to my desk and scratch my head. Homework seems to get harder everyday and I'm not seeing much improvement in myself. I'm staring at her through my window, now. She's drinking vodka. Wow, she never seemed like a one to drink. I get back to school work. "How many grams of silver nitrate are required to produce 489g of sodium nitrate?" What the fuck. This made no sense to me. Nothing in this world made sense to me, honestly. The fact that people are fighting over who is more powerful and countless other confusing things are just idiotic. I hear a slam coming from my living room. That's how I usually could tell that my dad is back from is nightly drinking session. Why is this my life?
"Its dinner time, come out." Gavin bangs on my door.
I hide the bottle under my bed and walk downstairs.
"Son, have you decided what college you want to go to?" My dad asks.
"I don't know. I have been accepted to MIT, Duke, Columbia, USC, but I think I'm going to go with Yale." He was clearly bragging.
I've always been the second favorite. "How's your brother?" and "Your brother is amazing! You must be proud!" I'll always be known as "Gavin's little sister", it's utterly ridiculous.
"I got an A+ on my chemistry test." I acknowledge.
"Don't forget to take your medication, Wynn." My mother advises.
I head back upstairs after dinner. I sit back on my bed. People assume that everything in my life is perfect. And it is. I have friends, an amazing boyfriend, awesome grades, and a great family legacy. But, if my life is so perfect, why am I so unhappy? Maybe it's my anxiety or maybe it's just me being selfish, I don't know.
A/N Hi! I know this is a lot different from my normal stuff but I wanted to try something new! It might be kind of cliche at times, but I still hope you will enjoy this book!
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General Fiction"It's so pointless being here if I'm just a target." Harrison thought as he drew on his desk. Harrison Mayfield has always been an outcast. His school life is filled with mediocre grades and an bullies pushing him into lockers. His home life isn't m...
