Ethan's Pov
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!THUD!
My mom pushes the bed against the wall as I calmly sit down. Ever since my father died from cancer my mom has been hoeing around. Me and my father had a special bond, while me and my mom not so much.
Turns out I'm getting a step brother 2 days from now. Since half of our rooms were occupied. Unfortunately, he will be rooming with me. Apparently, to her it is like she fell in love once again.
I scold her from time to time for talking down my dad. He was a good soul and wouldn't hurt a fly. Unlike my mother who has killed a countless amount of flies.
I watched as she left the room and I took off my hoodie and jeans replacing them with a shirt and shorts. I walk out of my room and head downstairs. I'm met with my mom flirting with her 'fiance' makes me sick.
Rolling my eyes I grab my bag off the couch and head upstairs. I walk in and leap onto my perfectly fixed bed. I take everything out of my bag and begin my work. I'm a Straight A student and I don't plan on changing that.
I do my homework by which subject I have first to last. Whilst I am working I get a phone call from Bryce. I answer it and quickly put it on speaker so I can still work.
"Hey Etee", he remarks as I start working on my reading homework,
"Hey Brie", I remark smirking because I know he hates that name,
"Stop calling me that", he replies groaning and laughing,
"sToP cAlLiNg mE tHaT", I reply right back and start laughing,
"I'm gonna hang up on you",
"I wish you would", I say sassily giving him attitude,
"Ok, just kidding I would never Etee",
"I'm doing my homework, what are you doing?",
"Oh wow, the nerd casually doing his homework as per usual",
"Oh, Fuck o-", I continue but I am interrupted by my mom walking in and announcing that dinners ready,
"Hey Mrs. Grant", Bryce remarks from the phone,
"She already left AssClown", I remark laughing/snorting,
"Well, I leave it to you Etee. See you when I see you",
"Mk Byeee", I reply dragging out the E before hanging up the phone.
I get off the bed and walk downstairs to be met with a plate of spaghetti. My mom is on the corner talking once again which causes me to scoff. I quickly eat and go wash my plate as my mom starts eating. I continue washing my dishes as she walks up to me placing her dish in the sink. I look at her as if she had 32 heads.
She didn't notice and walked away into her room. What the fuck do I look like to you mister? I wash my hands leaving her plate in the sink and walk upstairs.
I reach my books as I continue to do my homework. All my teachers haven't gave me much homework, so I was finish in minimum amount of time.
I put everything back in my bag and then I walk downstairs nicely placing it on the couch. I then walk back to my room to go pick out my outfit for tommorow. I usually wear ripped jeans and hoodies, but I might switch it up.
I lay out an cropped hoodie and a pair of high-waisted black shorts. I admire my choices and leave them there as I go to my mirror. Lifting up my shirt I notice I have another bruise. Another one on which I could add to my collection.
I grab my journal (diary) making another entry on how my day went today. The same old routine basically, I wake up I get bullied then I come home and sleep just to start the cycle again. I go to the very back of my journal and start writing.
Abdominal Area # of Bruises- 4
Arms # of bruises- 2
Gluteus Maximus # of Bruises- 3
Overall # of Bruises- 9
A new world record in my book, I can't wait for more. I place my diary in my drawer and lock it. I then climb into my bed ready to go to sleep. My eyes flutter shut before everything went black.
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Grayson's Pov
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SLAP!
My dad slaps the back of my head seeing how I placed the box. I mutter an ouch and rub my head causing him to chuckle. We are currently putting boxes in our car because my dad is getting remarried.
My mother and I have always been inseparable. Whilst my father and I could be away from each other for many days. When my mother died from consumption, I was heartbroken. I used to be so nice and friendly but her death turned me heartless.
We are now moving in with a new family and I'm getting a step brother. I despise most people so having an add-on to my little family isn't exciting. I grab my book bag off the couch and head upstairs to do my homework.
I quickly finish because I only had math homework to do, and I don't mind that subject. I place my bag near my bed because I have no furniture. Apparently I'm sharing rooms with the person, I hope they're not annoying.
I lay my head back on my pillow and close my eyes falling into a slumber.
Oof, wait till you see their reactions on how they're gonna be stepbrother. Hope you enjoyed my yams.
♡Granola Bar
