"So it's the first day of school tomorrow, are you all excited?" My mom asked as if trying to lighten up the tension quickly building up. My little brother squealed, and yes, that's right, he squeals. "I can't wait to meet new friends!" He said so enthusiastically it looked like a rainbow hit him real hard. My older brother then talked o and on about what he would like to accomplish this year as if he was in an essay writing contest and he had to write a whole book. When he was done, my mother turned to me and asked, "How about you, Charles?" My mother asked. "I'm sure he'd do nothing but stupid things, you are such a disgrace to this family." He answered on my behalf. "Hon, I was talking to our son." My mother cooed, effectively calming him down. "I think I'm done." I said and walked out of the room. "See, look how stubborn he is!" I heard him say one last time. I went to my room, obviously feeling furious. I can do what my brothers do, I can do that and more, they just don't give me a little push of determination, instead they pull me down! I need guidance too. I need someone who cares. I need time. And though I hate to admit it, I need affection. As I was letting all my stress out, I didn't notice that warm tears were trickling down my cheeks. "Ugh! I hate crying! Not for stupid reasons like this!" I said, frustrated with my sudden outburst of emotion. I tried to divert my attention to something a little less dramatic, like the fact that school starts tomorrow and I don't have to see his face every day. What a joy! As I was thinking about school my phone rang and I saw that it was a text from my friends giving details about where we should meet and reminded me that we should wait for each other before we head into our classrooms. I sent a quick response and I was off to bed.
On the next day, our house was in a big fuss because obviously it's the first day of school and I do have two brothers who are also still studying.