Ivan Braginsky. That was his name. He was in his last year of highschool oh and he was a loser. Ivan was just your typical male loner- he had no friends, he scared people, his family was uncomfortable near him and he was sad. He didn't like being alone. That's why it hurt so much.
Ivan cannot remember having any friends though his sister liked to tell him stories of all his past friends. These stories included a boy named Gilbert. That was ironic as his biggest bully's name was Gilbert.
Gilbert Beilschmidt was a fifth year in highschool. He had nothing better to do it seemed, but to bully other less fortunate kids.
Ivan woke out of his day dream. He was realizing how much life really sucked. What had awakened him? A jar of pickles had smashed in the aisle he was working on. He worked for Yao, a family friend in his supermarket. Ivan mostly stocked but he also cleaned and fixed things. He occasionally took over the cash but that was rarely as he scared people too much.
Ivan looked up only to see a small blonde boy staring at the jar. He looked like he was going to cry. Ivan rushed over and lifts up a fresh jar and held it out to the boy.
"Be careful Hun.. don't worry, accidents happen.." he assured before cleaning up the mess. The boy grins and runs off to buy his pickles.
That boy had just blue eyes. You could practically see the ocean in them-Ow! Ivan had cut his hand.
He sighed in annoyance and went to the first aid room. He cleaned it up and went back to work. The rest of his shift was uneventful.
Ivan walked out in his large beige coat with a scarf drapped around his face and neck. Walking through the frigid cold he wanders off to his house. He walked across the frost covered mud and enters his tiny home. It was a townhouse he shared with his siblings. Katyusha was his older sister. She worked her ass off. She had two jobs and went to college. She was studying to be a baker. This was good for Ivan as he could test all her food. It wasn't good for his image though, he was a big thick.
His other sister was Natalia. She was a sweetheart when she wasn't angry. She didn't have a job and was first year of highschool.
Their parents had died in a train accident years before. Katyusha practically raised the two. Like hell would she let anyone else near her siblings. She didn't believe in the adoption system.
"Brother! How was work??" Natalia asked as I entered the house. It smelt of freshly burnt wax and cookies. Heaven.
"Work was fine. The same stuff happened.. did you do your homework?" He asked only to recieve a nod. He was forced into the father role for his little sister. Ivan sighed and walked to the fridge, ducking down to avoid the low ceiling.
"Ooo? Stew? That sounds heavenly.. is she in bed?" A nod. He sighed out. His sister needed a break. Once done eating he retired to his room where he'd fall asleep doing his homework. He needed a break too.