Chapter 1 I woke up sitting up on my bed, startled by the sound of my alarm clock. I dragged myself out of bed, gorning in my head, "Great... The first day of school..." I gabbed my clothes and took my time putting them on. I thought, "There is no need to rush." I walked to my bathroom and turned on my sink. I opened the toothpaste bottle on my sink and squeezed some of the toothpaste on my blue toothbrush. I lifted the tooth brush to my mouth and started to brush my teeth. When I finished I walked down the hall to the stairs. While I was walking down the stairs I saw that mom had already put breakfast on the table. I walked to the table and sat down on a hard wooden chair. My older brothers, Rouly and Jard were sitting next to me. I was on my guard because everyone I know at my home, naborhood, and my school, Vergina Christian Academy knows that my brothers are some of the meanest people in the world. I have proved it to them, but my parents never believe me. I have shown almost inrefudable proof that my brothers are mean to me, The reason my parents don't believe me is because when one of them catches my brothers and I fighting one of my brothers involved in the fight starts to fake cry and make up this story about me starting it. I never cry when my brothers pound me. I think we all are to old for that kind of thing. That is why I always get in trouble for the things my brothers do to me. My mom stood there looking at the T.V until Rouly and Jard left to go wake up my little brother Tim and my little sister Jara. She looked at me with a smile and said, "Jared, this is the first day of seventh grade. Remember what I tell you every year. Be nice, don't cheat, and always make room for more friends." "Ok, mom," I replied. I herd banging in the ceiling. "Rouly must have woken my brother," I thought. A few seconds after I herd the banging I saw Jard and Jara walking down the stairs. Jara looked like she was about to collaps. When she noticed that she had overslept she snapped to attention and ran to the table to eat her breakfast. Mom had layed her breakfast on the the table while she was lugging down the stairs. She asked me as I was leaving for the bus, "Hey Jared? Did you like third grade when you were in it?" My sister is one of my siblings that I adore, so I replied, "of corse Jara. Third grade is one the funist grades you will ever be in." "Jared, you know funist is not a word." "I know" I said good bye to my mom, Jara, and Tim who had just started walking down the stairs. Rouly and Jard did the same. I opened the white door of our house and walked towards the bus.