A/n: I know, I'm such a terrible person for putting up another story when I have like three to finish, but I can't help it. This idea just kinda popped up and I want to put it down before it leaves me, so yeah. Forgive me.
"Being weird, is pretty normal to me" - Me
Different
I lived in a normal family.
You see that lady. Right there, in the pink was my mom.
My mother was a house wife. She stayed home and cooked and clean and did stuff that housewives did. She chats with other housewives when no one is home and she sometimes leave and have tea with them. She always kisses my dad before he went off to work and when he came back. She always made breakfast and dinner. She takes care of us when we're sick and kisses us when we're feeling down. She praises us when we are good and lectures us when we've down bad. She did the stuff that all mothers did. She was normal.
The man standing next to her. No not him, the one with the smile. He was my dad.
My father was a business man. He leaves for work early and returns home late. He made the money. Enough so that we could enjoy a pretty normal life style. He takes the family out when he got breaks and phones us everyday when he's off on his trips. He buys gifts for us every holiday and doesn't expect us to thank him because that's what fathers and husbands do. He taught us things. Like how to be tough and not to cry, because normal boys didn't cry. And he lectures us about how hard life is and how we have to make it through. He was a good dad. He was normal.
The guy to right of her, with the plain face and long hair was my brother.
My brother was older than me. He did very well in school and mom and dad always boast about him. He was good in everything he did and everyone loved him. He was kind to me...at times. He would help me with homework and practically anything I needed help with. And then at times, he would bully me and tease me till I was red to my neck. He would laugh me to scorn when I did something foolish and sometimes he would completely ignore me. He would defend me when someone spoke badly of me and he never tells dad that I cry. We laughed, we played and we fought. But that didn't bother me. He was my older brother. It was normal for him to be like that.
And then there was me...
A/n: Hope you like the prologue That's it for now guys. Tell me if it sounds interesting. Review.
~Angel-Chan~
