My schedule was as follows - 1st- Athletics 2nd- Philosophy 3rd- Biology 4th- Study Hall 5th- Algebra 6th- Spanish 3. I knew me and Adrián had 6th period together, so that would make our ride home easier. Not having to run around campus looking for eachother just to go home. I had a car, but I didn't like driving it. I hate driving, actually. "Brynn! You got work out clothes!?" I heard the coach, McLain I think it was, tell to me across the gym. "No ma'am. I'll bring some tomorrow." I replied before following the rest of the girls to the football field. "Okay ladies. We're doing sprints today. Brynn, you can sit out and see how we do things." That got a few snide comments and dirty looks from some of the girls. Coach blew a whistle and all the girls took off down the field. They did this the entire period. Aside from the 15 minutes they got to get back into normal clothes. Philosophy was well philosophy. The teacher put a topic on the board and asked for our thoughts. They were dissecting pigs in biology. Ew. I don't do dissections. I threw up during from dissection in 7th grade. So I sat out. Study hall was exactly what the name says, sitting at a table in silence, studying. In algebra we were learning about the Pythagorean theorem. This state seemed a bit behind on academics, we had done this my sophomore year. Spanish was good. It was good seeing Adrián. "So how are your classes?" I asked him. "They were good. Athletics was the best. Coach offered me a spot on the varsity basketball 'a' team." He smiled at that last part. Adrián played every sport imaginable, and he kicked ass at all of them. "That's awesome!" I was truly excited for him. Anything that made Adrián happy these days was a blessing. We had a little 'incident' last year.
{}{}{}{}{}{}{}{}Flashback!! {}{}{}{}{}{}{} "Hey Adrián! I'm back from the mall! I saw Jaaron there, he said hey." I got no reply. "Adrián? You home? Is Amelia still here?" I ascended the staircase to the second floor. I didn't hear anything again. I came to an abrupt halt infront of the spare bedroom. I was frozen dead in my tracks. I was staring at my brother, my lifeless brother on the ground, broken glass surrounding him and shards in his left calf, blood everywhere. I ran over to him, I felt a slight pulse. I called an ambulance right away. After one and a half hours in surgery getting the glass out of his leg, a doctor came out. "Ms. Brynn, your brother is in bad condition. We had to cut into his muscle to get broken glass out of his calf. I'm guessing he's an athlete. The large amount of muscle in his calf is the reason why he's still alive. If it wasn't there, I'm certain he would have gotten an infection and or the glass would have penetrated deeper than it already had, not leaving him much chance of survival. I'm giving him antibiotics that he needs to take twice a day, for 6 months. The pharmacy will send you a refil every 30 days. In addition, I'm putting him in phsyical therapy. He will go three times a week, and as he gets better we will decrease the amount of visits. Meaning, other than his therapy, Adrián is not to participate in any sports or physical activity for the remainder of the year. I don't even want him walking around much. I'm sorry. If he wants the ability to move his left leg without pain, this is the best option. He should heal fairly quickly." I couldn't find words. Sports were everything to Adrián. His whole world revolved around sports. I went to Adrián's hospital room to pick him up, I told him the news. I just stared at me. Not a sound came from him. But as I looked into his eyes, I could see his heart breaking. When we got home I got some of the story. Adrián didnt want to talk about it. I didn't blame him. "Long story short; Amelia got a call from some guy names Marcos. I heard her tell him she loves him. She told me to not worry, I took her phone and read their messages. She was cheating. I broke it off, she threw a bitch fit and threw a vase at my leg. Then I fell on that same leg, causing the glass to go deeper. I blacked out. Next thing I remember was being in an operating room." Adrián was staring off into oblivion at this point. He followed the doctor's and therapist's orders and didn't get to play any sports the entire year. But he got better with time. {}{}{}{}{}{}End Flashback! {}{}{}{}{}{}{} So, my two or three amazing readers- You should thank AdamGontier (I think that's how you spell it... ) for helping me MAJORLY with this story and will most likely be the mastermind behind it, and I'll just be the one to type it.
I don't want to take to much credit. After all, you are developing the major story behind the plot. I'm just mostly pitching ideas and major plot points to fashion the story to make sense and dive deeper into the realm of reality. The story is great so far, and I truly am honored to have anything to do with it. The way it is set up so far, it is on the verge of greatness. Now, with that, we can make it to that point.
Everybody's got a different story everybody wanna give theirselves away, But I'm still afraid, If we can stay out of their field of vision, If we can keep ourselves a half a world away, Oh honey we'll be okay The world may seem so cruel, But I will sing for you, This cradlesong, all night long. Adrián was singing to me. The last thing I remember before breaking down and bawling was my parents screaming at the top of their lungs at each other. Then I heard my dad say it. Something that a child never wants to hear. I had brought Adrián home about an hour ago. We were sitting in his room and I was helping him with a project for school. My parents had been going at it for a good 15 minutes. "YOU NEED TO PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR OWN CHILDREN, MICHAÉL!! YOU'RE ALWAYS AWAY FROM THEM. THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE ANYMORE! BE THEIR FATHER!" My mother was pointing her slender finger at him, I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. "IVE BEEN THEIR FATHER, DESIRAÉ! IM NOT EVEN MALLORY'S BIOLOGICAL FATHER AND I'VE PROVIDED FOR HER HER ENTIRE LIFE!!!" He stepped backwards, knowing he had crossed the line. "She as just as much your daughter as she is Jordan's. He may be biological, but you're her dad." With that be began crying and went into the spain bedroom. I looked at Adrián and cried. I didn't know what to do, I had nothing to say. My whole life was a lie. How? How could Adrián be my dads child and not me? My mother would never cheat on my dad. I wouldn't think... But that's obviously what had to have happened... I cried harder and harder. My head was on Adrián's shoulder and he was hugging me and comforting me like a big brother should. He then started singing Rob Thomas' song 'Cradlesong'. It calmed me down. The lyrics were so perfectly written and had such depth and meaning to them. He sang the song about three times before I fell asleep. I woke up in his bed and he was on the floor. My eyes and lips were puffy from crying and my hair my tangled into knots. I still couldn't believe it. How could my dad, not be my dad? No... There's something wrong...
•••••••••Adrián's point of view•••••••• Mallory brought me home from the hospital after Amelia, being the bitch she is, threw a vase at me. I remembered I had a chem project due in a week, so I decided to knock it out right now. I called mallory into my room to help me. Mallory and I are not like normal siblings, we're closer. A lot closer. It's not incest, it's a bond. A magical bond. We could read each others thoughts and feel each others emotions. We could also read auras. We don't know when this happened, or how. But it did. At first it was horrible, because I didn't want to know her girl drama or know what she does with her boyfriend. We learned to control it though. She came to my room to help me with my project. Our parents were bickering again. As usual. So her feelings were mixed. She was worried for their marriage, scared for what our dad might do to our mom because he's hit her before, and scared for us because sometimes my dad lashed out at her and I also. I heard my dad say it. I could sense she did too. He aura turned black and blue almost instantly. She looked at me, her heart dropped, and she cried. "W-why me? Why m-me Adrián! Wh-what did I do!" She was bawling so I grabbed her and set her head on my shoulder. "Ssshhhh. It's going to be okay." I rubbed her back and moved her hair away from her face. After she cried for a good 10 minutes and didn't show any sign of stopping, I began singing. I sang 'Cradlesong' by Rob Thomas about 7 times. She calmed down quickly from there. I don't know when she fell asleep, but she did. So I laid her down and covered her with a blanket, I slept on the floor. I hoped this was all a dream. We were going to wake up tomorrow and it was all going to go away. None of it was going to be real. Just a bad, bad dream. That, however, was not the case. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• In the update before this one, where it says 'Spain bedroom.' that's supposed to say 'Spare bedroom.' Just clearing that up. Thanks guys