If cupid had a heart! My stupid little brother was blasting his stereo to the highest setting. He's in love with Mikayla. I happen to think she's an ugly little pig who won't stop singing the frickin' same old song! But no one cares what I think. Everyone cares about my idiotic little brother, Willis. He's 11, but acts like a 2 year old. He should be in Special Ed. (A/N: No offence to kids in Special Ed.) "Shut up, Willis!" I yelled. This kid was screaming along with her! "If cupid had a heart, he would shoot his bow. You would fall in love with me," he was dancing with his cardboard cutout. He has 5 because there is a clerance sale on them at my uncle Billy's garbage sale. All he does is take stuff out his garbage can and sells it. He has Mikayla clothes, even Mikayla underwear. They only had Mikayla panties, but he still wears them. By the way, I'm Ian, Ian Cochran. I'm 15, but I'm going to turn 16 in a few months. "Turn that stupid thing off, Willis!" said my dad, slurping down a beer. My dad is the only one that cares what I think. His name is David. My parents are divorced. I live with my dad, and Willis lives with Mom. Willis is here to visit. He lives in New York. I live in California. My parents got into an argument about who will get the kids. Dad picked me because I can take care of myself. I still get teased by some kids, especially by Nick Leonard. He stole every single acting gig from me ever since we were 8...
FLASHBACK: "Next!" yelled the commercial director. My time to shine, I thought. "What's your name?" he asked. "Ian David Cochran." I answered with a smile. The director rolled his eyes. "Come on. Begin." he said. I sat at the table in front of me and a lady put a box of cereal in front of me. "No!" I threw the box aside. The director looked slightly more interested. She gave me another box. "Nuh-uh!" I threw that one just as I had thrown the first one. This time she gave me a box that said Flaky O's. I took it and poured some cereal into the bowl that already had milk in it. I ate a spoonful and the director smiled. Just then, a small, whitish-blond haired kid walked in. "Sorry, thought you said next." he said in a british accent. "Nicholas Dalton Leonard the fifth. Nice to meet you." he said with a big smile as he shook the director's hand. The lady ushered me out of the chair and put young Nick in it. He did everything I did except he let milk dribble down his chin when he ate some. He got the commercial.
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