Bracelets

Mario woke up with the sunlight hitting his poor eyes. He put on his glasses and slowly begun to wake up to the world. Yep, this day will suck. He sighed. He got ready for school. Ah, school. What a terrible place. He got a shower, and changed into his uniform that he hated so much. He didn't like the uniforms. It didn't let him express himself. He wanted bright red hair, but his school didn't allow odd color hair.

Once he got ready for the day and finished brushing his shaggy light brown hair, he headed for the diner room. He joined his two older brothers and his father for breakfast. His father held the newspaper in his face like he did every day. His two older twin brothers, Jake and Pete, ate their breakfast. Mario got his breakfast soon enough and started to eat. He played with his bracelets he wore on his arms. It was odd the school didn't allow odd color hair or to be yourself in any way, but you wear allowed to wear as many bracelets you wanted, so that's what Mario did. He had three slap bracelets, ten silly bands, and six jelly bracelets. Oh that was just the left arm. The right arm had eight jelly bracelets, eight silly bands, and a spike bracelet. His father didn't care what he wore.

Then again, his father didn't really care about him at all. Every since Mario came out of the closet, his family had been more awful to him than before. He wished he never told anyone, but he thought they wound at least be there for him. His two perfect brothers make fun of him all the time. They were both in college working to become a doctor. His father expected him to do the same as them.

This was Mario we were talking about. He was the odd ball, the outcast of the family. He didn't tell his dad that he didn't want to go to college for being a doctor, he truly wanted to go to art school for being an artist. Like that was going to happen. He already blew it with being gay, but if he told his dad that, who knows what would happen!

"So, Boy George," his brothers asked him with a giggle.

There dad lower the newspaper, "Boys." He growled.

"Sorry father, we just wanted to ask him a question."

"You don't need to call him Boy George," he said in his cold voice.

"Fine." Pete said.

"So, Mario, we know this boy in our class." They both said with a few more giggles.

Mario narrow his eyes, "And?"

"Well, maybe you would like to go on a date with him? He's gay to."

Mario rolled his eyes, "Just because he's gay doesn't mean anything. I want a guy who's sweet and caring to-"

"Enough! No more gay talk!" Their father barked at all of them.

"Yes sir." They all said.

Why did Mario always get in trouble for his dumb brother's actions?

"I see him. He's walking out of his apartment right now." Jackson spoke into the phone looking at Mario from his car.

"Yeah. Sure. Twenty perfect, nothing less." He said hanging up his phone. Mario walked down the sidewalk to his school, like he did every day.

Jackson took one last look to his laptop before shutting it. He got out his camera and took a few shots of Mario. Today was the day.

"Mario!" his best friend Katie shouted running up to him. Katie had brown hair that covered half her face, and pixy look face.

"Katie." He said smiling.

"Hey, how's it going on this fine lovely day." She said. Katie was one of those girls who say the bright side of everything. It made his day a little brighter, but it did get a little annoying after a while.

He sighed, "Wonderful."

"Mmmm, you liar!" she shouted with a giggle. She was always so hyper about everything.

"Man, you're good at that."

She laughed hard, "I know I am!"

"Breakfast wasn't that great."

"What happened?" she asked.

"Peter and Jake." Mario said.

Katie grew fire in her eyes and held out a fist, "What did those jerks do to you? Want me to hurt them! I will! I am a black belt at karate!"

Mario stared at her, "You're so weird Katie. But I love you that way."

"Awe! Mario! I love you to buddy!" she giggled.

Mario stopped in his tracks, "Crap! I left my science book in my room!"

Katie stopped with him, "Oh, It'll be ok."

"No. Mr. Jones said if I didn't have my book I was dead."

She gasped, "That murderer!"

"No, Katie I didn't. . . .. I have to go back."

"Uh! You don't have time Mari-o" she said watching him starting to run back to his apartment two blocks away. She shrugged and when on to the front doors.

Mario ran down the empty sidewalk of New York. He was dead! Dead, dead, dead! Mr. Jones really hated him because he never had his book. One more block to go but school started in about twenty minutes. He slowed down and just walked. A black car pulled up to next to him. He tried not to look at the car. A man opened the door and looked to Mario.

"Hey, kid, are you Mario?" he asked. Mario turned around. How in the hell did he know his name.

"Um, who are you?" he asked walking closer to him.

"Are you Mario Event?" the man asked.

How did he know him?

"Yes, how do you know me?"

"You're brothers. Pete, he's hurt."

Mario froze, "What? How?"

"I'm there friend, Jackson. They told me to get you. They said you go to school here." The man walked closer to Mario. Mario was taken by surprised his handsome looks. Blue eyes that sprinkled in the light, with wavy dark brown hair and flawless cheekbones.

"Look, Pete is at Saint Robert. You have to come with me."

"What happened to my bother?"

"I'll explain on the way."

"I just can't go with you. I mean, sorry, but I don't know who you are."

"Wait, Jake mention something. What was that again? Umm, Harry Potter ate the toads?"

Mario stared. That was the password for anyone trying to pick them up. It was a lame password if you asked him.

"Ok. Now I know you know Jake and Peter." He said with a smile. What happened to his brother? He wanted to know. He needed to know!

He got into Jackson's car. It was a nice car. It looked brand new! He placed his bag on the floor. Jackson got in on the driver's side.

"Buckle up." He said.

He buckled his seat belt, "So what happened to Pete? Did he-"

As he turned to face him, he felt something hit his forehead, making him pass out. Jackson grabbed his sideways head and tilled it up. He smiled and started the car.

Hello. . again. haha. This isn't a Jackson and Lisa story. It's takes time about five years before the Red Eye. Well, i hope you enjoy and just no mean reviews. I mean, give me your true reviews on what you think of my story but in nice way please. :-)