I sighed as I thought about my pitiful my ten year old life. I have no friends besides for my little fratello, Feliciano; I've been teased and bullied since first grade, and no matter what I do, my little brother always outshines me. I've never successfully beat him at anything and all I seem to do is just get in the way or screw things up. I've been damned from the minute my brother was born by my Nonno. He cursed me to never be able to take the easy way out in life. I won't learn until I'm much older what he truly did. My name is Lovino Romano Vargas, and this is the story of my life.
Let's time skip a bit to the first day of fourth grade, well, fourth grade for me and third for Feliciano seeing as he is a year younger than me. I'm actually a full year older than him, us being born on the same day though him an hour earlier, but I'm still older. Though no one seems to think so. Anyway, I wake up and notice that it's only 5:30 a.m. knowing for a fact I wasn't going back to sleep. I get up and get ready for school. I contemplated waking Feli up but decided against against it. After all, just because I'm up early, doesn't mean I should wake everyone else up. Besides, Nonno Romulus would be upset if I woke up his precious Feliciano.
Just to clear things up for those of you who are trying to follow along, fratello means brother in Italiano,my native tongue. That's right, I'm Italian. Straight from Italia in fact. I've been in America since I was four and Feli was three. We moved here after our house burned down and our parents died. Our Nonno or Grandfather, Romulus, took us in and we've been with him ever since.
Well, after I finished getting ready, I went into the kitchen and started making breakfast. Halfway through though, Nonno walked in with a glare on his face.
"Lovino, I can't help but notice you haven't cleaned the house yet," he said, his glare getting more menacing.
"I-I was getting breakfast ready fi-," a slap to the face cut me off.
"Don't you dare make up any excuses. My Feliciano finished all of his chores," he said and I became nervous.
B-But I-I-I," I was cut off again by another slap. Tears filled my eyes but I didn't dare let one fall.