Hola, beetches. It's Aaron (Well, Doxxy's typing, because she's a better, faster, awesomer typer than me.) This is an OC story, so don't give me crap about it if you hate OCs.
Well, here we go.
"AARON! WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
I roll over and stare into brown eyes. They're glaring at me. In surprise, I jump.
"OKAY, OKAY!" I say, exasperated. I drag myself out of bed and throw my scattered clothes into a random bag, trying to ignore the sounds of frantic stomping of feet going up and down the stairs.
As I put clothes into my bag, my brother walks in and shoves my face into the suitcase. Typical Josh.
"What's taking you so long, wimp?" he says. I can almost picture the sneer on his face.
I'll tell you what's taking me so long, Josh. I don't want to leave. I don't want to get out of here to move to some Colorado hick-town. Why couldn't Dad just get a job here in town? It's not that difficult. Read the newspaper, find some options.
No, of course not. Because I have to fly all the way out to fucking South Park, Colorado, and live there for the rest of my life.
"JOSH! GET THE FUCK OFF ME, ASSHAT!" I shout automatically.
He agrees, but not before giving me a nice punch in the face. Yet another bruise to add to my collection.
Hooray.
After the punch, I pack the rest of my clothes into the bag, sneaking a few magazines in for me and Maddox,
*I'm ready!* I yell, followed up by my father rushing into the room, grabbing my bag, and running, I sigh, brushing my golden blonde hair out of my eyes and walking out, hands in my pockets.
*Come on!*
I hear, as I'm rushed into the car, before even putting my seatbelt on, the car rushes forward, eventually, my mother attuned to the speed limit*We aren't going to make it!*, I hear, along with *Take that way, No that way! SHORTCUT!*
We finally make it, and I feel as if my hell of a life can't get any worse, we step into the plane, the door closes on my pants, I tear at them frantically, hearing a huge rip in the back, the pants fall to the ground, along with the loud yelling of *Fuck!* coming out of my mouth, slowly, I pull up the pants, pulling my suitcase from my laughing father, and running to the bathroom*Son of a bitch..* I whisper, pulling the zipper and opening the case.