My life is a song

By translucent butterfly

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If I could describe living it would be this…. Umm what was I thinking when I did that? Yep you read it right I would describe it as that.

Most people would criticize it and say something different, but in all reality that’s what I think and it most likely will stay the same. Not only to annoy the others of billions of people that would say that livings hell or some shit, but as I’ve grown to know, people just ask why it happened to them. In all reality its strange that we love to live more in the past then the present.

But that’s not the point I started out with. I was going to elaborate to you my view on life because waking up just isn’t my funniest thing to do in the day. Yep I come up with pointless commentary just so I can slip out of my bunk bed and get normal clothes on.

Now isn’t that sad? I obviously don’t think so and it normally works until I wake up my annoying step brother that has a thing for not responding sensible when woken.

So today I’ve thought of were thing to be quiet in other then the room, are you ready to hear it? The bath room! Yep I know that should be normal right? Wrong. Normally my mom or step dad are using it. Today was special though they didn’t have to wake up until some normal hour of the day.

As I got dressed I had an opportunity to look at my self. It was rather weird seeing my self out of garb. I normally am covered to the nines with clothes so that the rents, friends and my other siblings don’t get wind of Nates morning routine. Of course on occasion it doesn’t happen and most of it isn’t his fault because he’s half asleep but I’ll talk about that with you tomorrow morning, back to the dressing already.

I had lost lots of the bruises I had gotten sense the last bad incidents, and was becoming paler, but that’s normal for me. I love want I was wearing today, it has been a wail since I could fit into it and then I couldn’t ware it because of those damn scares he created. This lovely shirt I’ve had since I was about 13 and have grown fond of, its turquoise and purple coloration in the shape of a smile with black all around it, to be honest it fits me perfectly right now. My pants I also have a thing for, there a shiny yet dullish black and are bell bottoms for guys.

Now on to the other daily routine of mine, brush thy teeth , comb the hair, and paint those scraggily looking finger nails black. With such an enticing morning with out injuries out of the way I skipped happy down the stairs to join my other two siblings and their begrudged looking profiles.

“ Happy day to you too, grumpy head one and grumpy head two” I took my bow and grabbed some toast along the way. I sat next to Reiy who looked like he wants nothing but to burn my happy mood to bits. “ keep your laisery eyes off my happy mood, its happyful!” I state with glee.

“ Oh sure your happy one in a trillion mornings and I’m supposed to not burn it to cinders? What kind of step brother would I be?” Reiy ask with a wide smirk that I seemed to think was his very own in the trio of my step dads triplets.

“yes because your bro causes the bad ones normally so you should be nice to compensate for it.”

In walked Nate at that very moment, just me luck I thinks. “ compensate for what? He’s my brother not my keeper, by the way why didn’t you wake me up I’m an half a hour off .” he state annoyed.

I just shrugged and munched the rest of my yummy toast down. For saying nothing he slapped me upside the head, now how nice do you think he is now? Well sure, he might be head football dimwit caption of the year, vice president of the student body, has girls hanging off his ugly form and a humongous reputation, but none of this can make me adore him making my mornings as painful as he has.

Yes I’m thinking again by the way, that’s what I do to pass the time unlike my four step siblings and my over protective brother (other wise he would have found out I had a bully by now). With that thought in my head I walk to the stairs and got my shoes on and walk the three houses down to our school. Unlike my brothers I like being obsessively early and not just the kind of early that gets you to class by the end of the late bell.

Today I think I’ll just wait for my best friend Rithen in our usual hang out, the commons in A1. The only reason its there is we both have our classes there for the first part of the day. As you have guessed by now Rithen has a top of the line copy cat name, well as it happens his family has a tradition of making the ithen the end of the name and just putting a new letter before it for all there sons and I mean ALL. Rithen’s twin bros name is Sithen, and all though we all agree that Sithen got the better end of the deal its just as unusual. The one with the shortest stick must have been there cousin Quithen who can only pronounce it right because of his parents constant reminder that its qw-I-thine.

“Are you in there or are you just a hollow log today?” Someone snapped there fingers in front of my face and I broke out of my thoughts like shattered glass.

“Rit your finally here! I had to think about your family tradition to keep from being board.” he just smiled, nodded and patted my head understandably. You see my friends have all at least known me two years, with the exception of Travis because he moved here last year, and all of them understand what I do to pass the time other wise my mind drifts and travels to not good mornings ware I cant move, as far as most of them are concerned that doesn’t happen any more, only Rithen, Sithen and Mora know and they don’t tell any one by my request.

“So what are we to do this fairly odd morning?” Sithen stated as he snuck up on us.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing something else?” asked Rit in a childish annoyed tone.

“That doesn’t matter any more so I’m free to be with my two best bros you and our dear Ebany over hear.” with a superior smirk he picked me up and put me on his lap.

“Let go of him he’s not supposed to be man handled like that you big of” Rit clenched his fists. Did I mention I have way too overprotective friends? No? well they are!

“Oh? Make me let go of our precious little friend.” he squeezed me a little to tight this time cus I think I heard one of my bones crack that had been on the mend. I started crying silently.

A punch came from the right, right into Slys shoulder. “what did you do to him?!?!” screamed Rit. Sly look dumb founded for a second then slowly let go and I breathed a sigh of relief. I checked my rib and it hadn’t been damaged, it was just sore. I smiled up at the two that, wail I tuned them out, had been about to mass murder each other. Both just stopped when they noticed me smiling and stared back.

“So what are we gonna do this morning?” I asked. I’m so glad I have them.

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a/n: ok so I took off my last story because it didn’t make any since. please make comments, please help me with were you think it should go because I have an idea but its not to clear yet, so openly share your most important options. Ebany is the main character and will get even more depth to him along with his friend and family. Thank you very much.