My f..king brother is being weird lately

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Chapter 2 (v.1) - My brother's first time

Submitted: June 04, 2017

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Submitted: June 04, 2017



This is actually a pain in the ass. Why am I getting asked to the office? If this had anything to do with my brother, he should take responsibility for himself. And besides, when was it the first time that this ever happened? There fucking isn’t a first time anyway. If anything, this should be the first and I can’t even believe it. He never gets in fights. The only time that he was arguing with someone, and that’s just ARGUING, it was during class when he got blamed for stealing the quiz answers three months ago, which I’m sure he didn’t, that’s it. But what pisses me off, is that they would label me with him telling me that I could be like him. JUST BECAUSE I’M HIS TIWN SISTER DOESN’T MEAN THAT I WOULD ACT LIKE HIM, YOU FUCKS.

I sighed heavily as I stood next of the office’s door which was opened.

“You do know that fights inside the school are forbidden! Right?” Said a manly voice from inside.

I sneak a peek inside.

“Yes sir, I know. And I was trying my best to drag it out of the school.” Said my brother who was sitting on a chair in front of the director’s desk. His face was full with scratches. And his left eye seemed a little bit swollen, his black blouse and black jeans were disheveled and full with dirt.  Behind the desk, was an old man with less hair on his head, almost bald. He was wearing a white blouse and a black tie around his neck. And black pants.

“You’re not getting the point Mr.” he said.

“Sir, I think I was just defending myself against those other students!” The jerk said with a sad tone.

Yeah, try as you may but you’re not getting out of this one as easy as you thought.

“Then why is everyone I ask, tells me that you were the one who started the fight? Don’t tell me that this is because you are a good student and they’re just jealous of you and such. Because you are NOT a good student. In fact you tried stealing the first exam’s answers of this semester and we still don’t know why.” 

“I don’t think you would understand, sir.” My brother said in almost a whisper, avoiding the director’s eyes.

“THEN TELL ME WHAT WOULDN’T I UNDERSTAND.” The director yelled angrily slamming his hands on the desk.

I crouch in shock. He looks over to my direction. “Miss.Nora, Please come on in.” he said calmly.

“Uh… yes sir.” I enter slowly. And approach his desk.

“You realize what your… What is it with your face, Miss?  Don’t tell me that you got in a fight as well!” He asked.

I look over to my fucking brother and I noticed that he was looking at me.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered while he was looking down to his tangled hands, as if he was trying to avoid looking to my eyes.

I look to the director.

“Sir why Am uh…”

Wait! Did my fucking brother said that he’s sorry? And was it directed to me? I never heard those words from him in my life and I’m sixteen. What kind of fucking joke is this? I’m sorry! I’m sorry!! This can’t be. Is this real?


“Miss, I don’t think that this is a good time to be stuttering.”

“Buh…” I tried to say but my mouth couldn’t articulate what my mind wanted to send.

“Sir, could you please forgive me? I will do my best to never cause any trouble.” My brother said and he looked dead serious about it.

The director sighed. “Mr.Nour, Due to your good grades I’m willing to forgive you and I do hope that this will indeed be the last time seeing you here. But I have to do my work as a director, so I will take away five points from you. But NEXT TIME, I will inform your parents and suspend you for two weeks.” He threatened and wrote something on some paper. “As for you Miss.Nora, I want you to keep your brother out of trouble. And be careful as well.” He required.

“Uh… Yes sir.”

“Thank you sir. “

“You’re dismissed.”

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