The (Amazing) Adventures Of Bradley Summers

RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Urggg! I hate school days! 6AM's wayyy too early to wake up for a 13 year old. -.-

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Brad! Mom said to get up!" My little sister Mariah yelled, banging on the door to my room. "Shut up, I don't need a second and third alarm clock!" I yelled back and stood up, still rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

UGH! Curse the random mirror in the middle of my room. I might be amazing, but I don't want to see myself when I'm changing clothes. ;)

I scowled at the mirror and my image scowled back at me. I turned to my closet and rolled my eyes, picking out a white tshirt and a random pair of jeans.

"BRADDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!" Mom yelled upstairs. AGAIN. I groaned loudly and plodded down the stairs.

"It's about time," mom said, irritated. She handed me a knife. "Butter that toast for your sister, i'm going to work I'll see you at 5," She said grabbing her purse and leaving.

My sister gave me an evil smile. I gulped. She might've been only 11 but she was DANGEROUS. SHe rips the heads off stuffed bears cause she likes rabbits better.

I sighed and mentally slapped myself. God i'm pathetic, scared of a little girl.

Mariah saw the look on my face and laughed. "Jeez Brad, do you think im
going to HURT you? "I blushed and shook my head. Lying...im going to
hell...

"Why would i want to hurt you? Your my brother and besides, your the one with the knife!"

I gulped and looked at the knife. I have a problem with weapons. I dont like them. Honest to God I never fired a gun or purposely hurt anyone. Or myself. The idea of death and blood made me sick and i leave the room when the new comes on, theres always death or something bad on the news.

Plus murder sends you to hell. I have enough hell in my life and don't need it once I die too.

I shook my head slightly and shakily spread butter on the toast and handed the plate to Mariah, avoiding her eyes.

"Took you long enough," she sneered at me and stood up, holding her toast in her mouth. "I'll see you later" she said around the toast, picking up her backpack and walking out the door.

Relief.

I got through the morning without injury. Usually, my sister would hit me, kick, punch, or even stab me. I still have scars on myarms and some on my face. My friends are convinced I've been cutting myself on purpose, which just goes to show how little everyone knows about me.

I glanced out the window only to see my school bus driving down the road."AW shittt!" I said, grabbing my backpack and jacket, running out the door.

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My bus slowed to a stop an the driver waited for me, thank God. I took my usual seat alone in the way back of the bus. A few people turned to look at me, but only a few. I admit, i was kind of unique. I was the only boy in my class with blond hair and green eyes, and no one in my class has glasses but me.

I was classified as a dork because of my glasses. My mom insists that i wear them though I dont NEED them. She took me to the eye doctor when she told me to read a sign 50 feet away and I couldnt.

She panicked, convinced I was going blind. I was late for school because she turned right around and sped off to the eye doctors.

"Excuse me, would you mind if i sat here?" A girls voice said softly.

lol i got this idea from a smiley face i named Brad :} i treat him like a person, he even has his own email address! :}