Niall's Point of view
"Pack your bags, boy we going to the States!" My brother says, in an attempt at an american accent. I mentally cringe at those word, as I go off the YouTube app on my phone.
"You sound like a fucking chav, dude chill." I say going across the hall to my room.
"Fucking faggot."
"Fucking do me a favor and kill yourself." And that's it, I close my door.
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After packing I go downstairs, to the living room. I go see if my mother is here or not. Her work schedule is kind of.. Off. She's mostly never home, but only when she is stressed out. I'd tell my brothers it's ok at 13, but nothing was ever really 'ok'.
To my surprise, she is here. I make my way to my mother, getting closer seeing she is on the phone.
"I can't believe it Laura, This Trip will change our lives for the better!" His mom says, smiling and practically crying.
I decide it's better not to listen in on there conversation, I go back to my room to play Overwatch, but I see my brother playing fucking sonic, in my chair, with my head sets on and everything.
"You're doing so fucking bad it's cringe worthy" I say grabbing the controller away from his hands.
He jumps at the sound of my voice.
"Give it back you worthless asshole."He says reaching for the controller, but I am very tall, so no gain on his behalf.
"Um, no. Get out." I say, pointing to the door with my other hand.
My brother grunts, but leaves.
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Today is boring but I oddly lived through it. My fam and I are packing up our stuff for this trip and I'm fucking tired.
I shit you not today was slow (like my pull out game lmao) and I fucking hated every minute.
I slowly drift off into a light haze fueled on depression and ramen.