Monday, July 21, 2008

My brother.
My brother is a pushover. You can see it when he's walking into the cafeteria. He holds the door like a 'gentleman'. Even for that emo girl, Lex. He's a gentleman and Ma wonders why he always gets his ass kicked after school.
His name is J'Lee. Like Jelly. I guess that's another reason to get beat up. ("Hey Jelly! Do you wiggle?!") Why do bullies always have the lamest taunts?
If Lamest was a word, it'd make the english language alot easier.
Why couldn't my parents name him something normal? Like James or John. I'd say Iain..but that's my name and that'd be weird.
Stringy blonde hair. Just like me. 'Cept he's older. By exactly four minutes and thirty-two seconds.
He's smart, no doubt about it, but he's a loser. A walking bully-magnet. O'course after he gets the snot beat out of him, I'll help him out. Lay a few punches down on the seniors who mess with him.
Kids don't mess with me. Not because of my freaky yellow eyes, but because of my attitude. I'm not a pushover.

...unlike someone....
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mmm. i dunno. That's the first part of my maybe-story.
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