My f..king brother is being weird lately

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Chapter 4 (v.1) - My brother's fighting scene

Submitted: June 06, 2017

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Submitted: June 06, 2017



Part 4.

All I’m gonna do now, is head home and not think of that jerk, and only think about those sweet words that my sweet boyfriend told me. Oh my God! I have someone to worry about me. Just the thought of it makes me want to eat my fists.

I reached my home in a cheery mood like nothing had happened this afternoon. I just feel that nothing could make me depressed right now.

I entered the house and removed my shoes, to wear my sleepers and I walked toward the kitchen. My mother is washing some dishes and in the same time, it looks like she’s preparing dinner. The pot seems like it’s bowling.

My mom is not your ordinary mother. She’s really special to me. But when she gets angry, she really gets angry. “Hi mom.” I greeted cheerfully.

“Oh hi sweetie. I didn’t feel you enter.” She said as she turned toward me. She’s wearing a white dress coved with a long, pink plastic apron, pocketed with yellow flowers and slices of oranges. She also was wearing white sleepers in her feet. “Oh dear! What happened to your face? Is it Nour again?” she said as she touched my right cheek with her left hand.

I’d be lying if I said that I don’t feel sorry for the bastard because of this. I mean, whenever I’m injured, they just automatically think that he’s the cause of it. Well, it wouldn’t be a claim most of the time. And on the other hand, if he was seen injured, people would automatically think that it was me who caused it. Anyway, I should really find a good answer for her question.

You know, it’s hard to find a suitable answer for each individual. You can’t just tell someone the truth while you tell lie to another. What if they meet? To make a lie, you should analyze the circumstances.

“I just scratched my face with some flowers, full with thorns on the way here.” I said as I tried walking away, but my mother grabbed my arm and looked me over.

“Are you sure?” She said suspiciously.

“Yeah… I.. I’m  sure.” I said nodding my head. “I should go and change now.”

“Ok, if you say so. Now you go study. Dinner will be ready in an hour.” She said and walked toward the ceramic table in the kitchen.

“Ok.” I said and walked up the stairs.

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I always watched those romantic shows where the main girl’s room is painted pink and decorated with pop stars posters. Whether was I the main character of my life or not, my room wasn’t that way at all. It’s just a white room with a white bed in its left corner. A closet in front of the bed, a desk to the right with a desk lamp on it, a laptop, then a book shelve next to the desk. Nothing too girly, nothing boyish either. Where the fuck do I belong anyway?

I don’t really know the answer to that question above. And do you know why? It’s all because of my brother. If it wasn’t for him, I would have been a delicate girl rather from a full-time angry girl. Unsociable and unapproachable. Egh… I hate my brother for this.

I entered my room with my bag pack in hand. I throw it next to my bed and sit my butt on the bed, then I removed my leather jacket and put it down. I sighed and laid down on my back with my feet still on the ground.

“Aghhh… what a pain.” I flip around on my face from the built up irritation my brother have caused me this afternoon. I mean, everything was doing alright. I woke up, had breakfast, went to school, had all my periods all right, came back home, had lunch, went back to school again, got in a fight, but it still was okay cause I knew how to deal with it. But when my fucking brother got in fight at school, everything flipped around and I had to lie to my boyfriend and my mother. “Sigh.”

I got up and walked to my closet and searched for my pajamas. A white T-shirt with white shorts. Then I walked to my desk and sat on the chair. I then opened my laptop and hit the power button and waited for it to turn on. Suddenly my phone rang. I pulled it out and looked to it.

|Message from Aya.|

“Aya!” As I realized who the sender is, my laptop was all powered up.

 I opened the message. |Hi Nora. I want you to see something on Facebook. You should really see it. Go online, now. It’s really important.|

“Huh! What could be this important?” I said as I put my cell phone on the desk next to my laptop.

I opened my browser and wrote the initial letters for Facebook, and I could see the full name appearing in the search box, I clicked it and the website flashed before me on the screen.

There was several notifications on my messages box. Suddenly a message just came. A chat room opened, Aya silver. |You really need to see this.| I noticed a video was attached to it.

“This can’t be that important. It must be some …” I couldn’t finish the thought because I noticed something upsetting as I clicked the play tag on the video.

It looked like the video was filmed from a higher floor, a hallway balcony.

“Isn’t this our school!”

There were some uncomprehensive voices. It started with [I don’t know if you can see this clearly, guys. But it’s happening inside the school. Anyway, I’ll try to comment on this. Well, as you can see, that’s Nour Jirrar he’s a 2nd year, class B, and he’s facing off against…] My eyes widened as I realized who he was fighting against. [… Rayan Trand, He’s a 3rd year from class C.]

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