Everybody wanna steal my girl everybody

wanna take Her Heart away...

A sober one direction song played from a neighbors house definitely a teens room, I hummed along with the song as I laid on my bed unperturbed and snapped my fingers having different thoughts in my head. I wished I had a music box or a good cellphone that was popular among kids my age. I sat up and looked across the street to my neighbor's house where the song was playing from, I picked up my glasses and squinted my eyes trying to look at the music box maker's name that hung on their window. But of course I couldn't there was quite a distance between our houses.

It was Friday the last day of school for the week, there was nothing for me to get excited about I wasn't like other teens that Friday happens to be the best day of the week for them because they got to party and have alot of fun. I would rather spend that time creating a robot's digestive system.

I turned on the shower but water won't flow through, realizing I had rubbed soap in my face because of the Sting in my eyes. I quickly ran out of the bathroom to get water from my old steel water bottle at least to wash the soap off my eyes, my right leg hit the television making the water in the bottle pour out to the floor. The television was an old one it's had some detached part that could hurt easily if not kept properly. I sat on my bed in frustration and ran my fingers through my hair, that was the worst pain to ever experience, everything was getting worse each day. I went back to my bathroom and picked up a rusted iron bucket to go in search of water from my brother's room. My eyes stung really bad again I cried out and cursed under my breath, cleaned my eyes with my towel took my bucket and hurriedly left my room.

I knocked gently on my brother's door before walking in. His room was nothing compared to mine He literally had everything a young teenager could dream of, I threw a quick glance at His music box that laid beside His PS5.

"Good morning Marcel". I greeted Him holding my bucket tightly and fearfully "Can I get some water?" , Dad's yet to fix my water problem." I asked not expecting a nice answer but still hoping He would be nice enough to lend me some. But I got no replies at all, I turned to leave when Marcel finally spoke back. "I told you to always wait, until I ask you to come in, I thought we talked about this already Jack". He reprimanded me with a low harsh tone. I watched Him turn off His room AC and switched on His television with the remotes on His bed. He sat up on His big comfy bed and covered His body with a blue classic and expensive duvet and finally He gave me with a scornful look.

"leave my room and do the right thing". He ordered me, pointing to the door.

" ok of course". I replied without hesitation and did as He had said. I was used to my brother's mean treatments but one thing I never got used to was to wait for His approval before entering His room, maybe 'cause Marcel never knocks on my door before entering but anyways He rarely even comes to my room except it was very necessary.

My room was a junk house to Him and yeah,the rest of the family.

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I left for school with a public bus after standing in a long queue, while my brother rode in our private Lamborghini that I had never ridden in. it happened usually since we were growing up, I could only long for things He had but never got them.

My name is Jack and I'm in my last grade in highschool, most kids in school see me as a nerd, but I honestly disagree with them. I just loved Science books and brain teasers and even after I spend most time studying I always have an "F",but good thing I was still getting promoted to the next grade. I have a darkish brown hair that matched the colour of my eyes and an outstanding facial features but they weren't noticable, because I always had my recommended glasses on making me look like a "brainless nerd", but I didn't mind 'cause I never saw myself that way since the statement was made by my best friend Jericho, He never for once liked me using glasses.

Jericho was the smart and intelligent one, His knowledge was diversified unlike me who only had interest in science. He was somebody I felt free with, He was the only one who really understood my love for science and during our free time we would create different scientific theories. He would always stand up for me when I get bullied in school by my brother and His gang but today He wasn't at school. My brother Marcel is in His 10th grade, He made everyone at school hate me and look down on me and would always tell them that we were not siblings even if everyone knew we were.

Marcel's friend Simon leaned on my locker preventing me from. opening It. "I heard your shower's broken". He smirked at me. One thing I tried to avoid was trouble and the bullies, I still didn't understand what they wanted from me. I shoved Him away and opened my locker. He angrily closes it and hits me hard in my face with His fist, making me fall to the ground as other student watched and laughed at me. He hit me severally with His leg till I started coughing blood.

I had never fought the bullies back not because I couldn't but it would only make them hit me more so I just lie helplessly till they are done . The school Janitor saved my life, immediately Simon saw Him coming He ran away.

Marcel reported to our parents that I had hit His friend. Nobody cared to hear My side of the story.

later on that same day during the school hours while I treated my wounds in the school clinic, I was summoned by the school principal.

"Detention Jack". She announced to me without any further statement and She walked out of Her office. I stood in disbelief, it wasn't the first time I was going on detention for the same reason, but didn't anyone care to hear me out this time?

I walked the long distance Home because School wasn't over to take the school bus and I didn't have any extra money on me unless I was going to spend my lunch money on it, but that was going to be starving till the following day.

I thought of the electric chair my parents were going to make me sit on as punishment for getting detention at school and for "Beating up someone". I reduced my pace, and for the first time in a long while I shed tears.