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For cherryflavour. Hope you enjoy, hun. Told ya this story is old, from Feb 2008. :p
And I still don't own the rights to Stand By me or The Body.
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Sometimes I wish I were born a guy.
No one would treat me like a pussy, a kid, a girl. No one would tell me what I can't do, and most of all, I'd have the courage to tell people what I really think of them.
So, for the rest of the year, since it's the last week before Christmas vacation, I will try my hand at acting like a guy. Not a tough guy…maybe just say what I feel for once in my life. Well, just for a little anyways. I'll see how it plays out.
'You gonna make something to eat?' my brother asked as he leant against the refrigerator door, swigging at his beer.
I placed my house key on the hook above the mail holder. I won't need them tonight if my brother is planning on staying home, which I strongly sense that he is.
'Nope.' I said walking past him towards the front door.
I was in a huff as I had to squeeze into my clothes this morning.
I swear, I'm either fast growing out of my old clothes or I'm seriously getting fatter and fatter by the day. Watching what I eat hasn't done me any good, nor has skipping whole day's worth of meals. I can't survive on water, and I swear, as impossible as it is, even that has gone right to my tummy!
'You going out?' he asked looking to the kitchen clock hung above the door. 'It's 10:15.' He ordered, as if I weren't aware that it was nighttime.
I needed to get out. His friends will probably be over any minute.
I turned to face him. 'Yeah.'
'While you're at it, you should try making some female friends.' He sipped his beer. 'You know, bring some home?' he grinned.
He wouldn't have acted like that if dad were here. Huh! If dad were home, he'd be drunk. So, lets just say I'm glad he's at the bar, and I'd have no objection to him living there either.
I started out the front door. 'You've probably fucked the entire female population of Castle Rock anyways…' I muttered slamming the door behind me.
My brother darted to the door, swiping it open. 'Watch your fucking mouth!'
My brother's hood friends were getting out of a car with three girls as I stepped off the porch steps. I can't believe he's 19 years old and still has a gang. What kinda name is The Cobras anyway? Fucking lame! All they are is a bunch of hooligans.
I'm almost 14. I have a gang. But, that's allowed, isn't it?
It's cold out tonight. I should have grabbed my coat.
'Hey!' Billy Tessio yelled as he got out of Jack Mudget's '54 Studebaker. 'Evelyn!'
I carried on down the garden path which rounded the house. I loath my brother's delinquent friends. Even though my two of my four best friends are related to two of them, none of us give a shit if we badmouth them. Now if it were our folks, then war would break loose.
'Ace home?' Billy asked walking toward me.
I shot him a glance and continued out of the garden towards town.
'Thank you!' Billy sarcastically yelled.
Don't worry, I'm a nice girl really. I just don't want anything to do with my brothers connections. Male or female.