Five.
Homecoming was terrifying. And the fact that Zander didn’t want to go made it even worse. I really didn’t want to go to this but hey…I guess whatever makes Anna and I less awkward is probably the entire point. And we sort of made Mere and Zander come along, but the two were currently MIA as my mother attacked us with a camera; she was way too happy about this entire thing.
Three.
It had been about a week since we had moved in and home coming was another week away. And both Ryan and I had been roped into going; well I had so been forced into it Ryan was just sort of following the hot dirty blonde around like the lost puppy he is. But hey, he could probably get laid out of this, for good for him. Anyways, we had finally gotten everything in including my keyboard, my electric guitar, and both of Ryan’s acoustic and electric basses. And our mother had decided that we had to paint our room.
Awesome.
Two.
The minute the last period bell rang, Anna and I violently pushed our way out of the crowded classroom in C-Wing. My brother, Daniel was a senior this year and usually drove us home on frigid days like this. Today had been a whole fucking new adventure of its own. These new Irish boys had just moved from across the pond, and Anna had immediately taken a liking to the awkward, blonde one. They were both around six foot, skinny, and possessed the most beautiful eyes ever put inside a human being. It was like they weren’t even real. They were just some life-like robots that the Devil had put on this Earth to fuck with Anna and I, on our quest for love. Or whatever. Anyways. The two of us ran our asses off to our lockers, pulling on our coats and scarves with the biggest smiles on our skanky little faces. My brother walked by us and put his arms around both our shoulders, looking down with a questioning grin, “Why are my two favorite Sophomore-Cheerleaders so happy today?” I shook my head back and forth and looked up at the boy who know towered over us both at six-foot-two, the tallest in our family, “No real reason.” Obviously, this was a terribly lie. Don’t count out Anna to spill her gushing, teenaged heart all over my Brother’s size thirteen shoes, though. “We met these new Irish boys who just moved here. One of them is just so insanely hot. Well, both of them are insanely hot. I have eyes for the blonde one and Mere’s just tagging along to keep the dark haired one away from us. So I can fiercely make out with the blonde.” Daniel laughed a little and shook his head, “Anna sometimes you should learn to stop talking.”
One.
Chicago Illinois. The center of the fucking universe and the furthest thing away from Dublin that I can imagine. Cold. Windy. American. No. It’s not okay. It’ will never be okay. I’m Irish born and fucking bred. I don’t care if Chicago’s Irish and dyes their something green for Saint Patrick’s Day. That is not alright. I don’t want to leave. But listen to me. Almost sixteen years old and I’m going to be a uh…what is it? Sophomore? Yeah that. Alright. Don’t even ask me why we were going to Chicago. Because I didn’t even ask. Neither did Ryan, my adopted brother who is only a few months younger than I am. But it’s America. And I’m not fit for that crowd.
