Beautifully Cold

Do you have a sibling? Maybe you have a sister. Maybe you do the stereotypical sister stuff like, shopping, crushing on boys and stealing each others clothes. Yeah, that's not me. Perhaps you have a brother. Perhaps you also do the stereotypical brother bonding things like having protection from all them scary bullies at school, play fighting that eventually gets serious. Yeah, That's not me either. Although I do have a brother, Calum, we're not close nor are we sibling goals.
I remember when Calum used to stay in all day, mum and dad thought he was the perfect child who gets his homework done as soon as its set, but when their back was turned, he'd stick his tongue out like the idiot Calum is. The second stage he had was never leaving his room, Calum would always be on his xbox, screaming at people who would camp, or my personal favourite, tea bagging him. But thanks to His constantly rising popularity and his stupid, reckless friends I find myself having to set my alarm extra early so that I can cover for Him. Calum doesn't even thank me any more, he just presumes its all okay. He puts me in an awkward position, lie to mum and dad just to avoid a massive confrontation or just get him to cover his own ass and ruin the relationship that we do have.
I groan while escaping the warm, tempting confines of my bed. Obviously Calum's room was nothing like mine. It wasn't in the slightest tidy,categorized alphabetically. How could he even sleep in this pig sty? Oh that's right, He doesn't. Quickly and Quietly, I stuff six pillows under his covers, I then close the blinds, lastly I put an Xbox controller on the floor so it looks like instead of being out all night and getting wasted, he was here. I look at my planner and inwardly die. Law Class then School. Both were a bore but Father refuses to let me drop them. Though, I did enjoy art, I liked the sense of freedom you get when the paintbrush hits the canvass. Any colour, any picture, the possibilitys are endless. Of course Mum and Dad put a immediate stop to that. They claimed that I'd never make anything of myself if I rely on the income of a painting which probably wouldn't sell anyway. The way they went on, You'd think I'd taken up a life of crime.
I guess that's the reason I've always hated Law. There is no freedom or imagination. Just a cage of facts, no colours apart from black and white. I go to the mirror and apply minimum make up and try to tame my unruly hair. I still looked and felt bad, but hey, at least I tried. Dad is sitting at the counter, a cup of coffee in his hand. "hey Dad" I kiss him on the cheek, followed my retrieving an apple. "morning love" with that a silence over comes us, nothing but a crunch every time I take a bite from my apple. I start to worry about a new term of school and the fact I'm forced to do double the amount of law class that I once did. What if I'm not good enough? dad would seriously kill me. Calum is so lucky he's the youngest sibling. "what are your plans after school?"
"Im thinking about going to Lucy's, we made plans" Dad nods, taking a loud sip from his cup. "That reminds me, I have to tell the birthday boy happy birthday" he stands up, heading for the door. "wait! why not later, give that birthday boy a little lay in"I speak fast, getting dads attention. "honestly, Amelia, you know your mother and I have a business conference later" Looking down. I wondered how could I ever forget?Two whole nights without parents, an annoying little brother, the house all to myself. What's not to love about that? "It's hard enough we can't spend the day with him, I'm not leaving without saying Happy birthday to Calum" As dad once again goes to stand up, his phone rings. My whole body visibly relaxes. It was his boss. "Fuck, I have to take this"I nod, smiling weakly.
I text Lucy asking if we were still on for later. I'm really looking forward for a night without studying. She replies in no time, just her style.
Lucy
Yeah Course, do you want me to pick you up after school? X
Yet again im reminded of the fact Lucy is two years older than me. My dad was like best friends with her dad, so we were kind of forced to be friends. Despite the fact, mother and dad knew nearly everyone in town, Lucy was my only friend. We share everything with each other. Its awkward though because Calum has a major crush on her. I find it cute when he acts shy around her, the way he'd always blush when she looks at him.Whereas Lucy finds it weird and just creepy.
To Lucy
Yeah if you don't mind, see you at 4 X
Lucy was the epitome of gorgeous. Her porcelain clear skin and her long blonde hair that always fell perfectly was enough to make anyone envious. Not me though. Our differences keep us close. Lucy often confides in me about her father. How he arranges dates for her, he refuses to give her the option to give her the freedom to pick who she wants to date. Whereas I confide in her about the people who pick on me relentlessly. Another difference between us was the fact she liked to party, she had girls and boys fawning over her on a daily. Dad walks in, in a hurry. he takes a last gulp from his cup. "that was Craig, apparently he's misplaced some important documents which is vital for the business conference later" Dad kisses me on top of my head "why Can't he find them?"I ask, raising an eyebrow. " I don't even know myself, he said something about me being a partner that's important"Dad shrugs while adjusting his tie. "please tell Calum I said Happy Birthday" we walk to the front door. "I'll call tonight just to see how you're doing and talk to Calum, any problems I'm just a phone call away" I nod while grinning."Be good, no wild house parties while we're gone" he jokes, do I look like I'm the type of person to throw stupid parties when their parents go away?
As I sit doodling in my law book, I realise just how much I hated everything to the Miranda rights to the salary you could get with a little hard work. How could something be so boring? I draw a daisy next to a rose, obviously the rose was much prettier than the daisy. "good interpretation" a voice whispers from next to me. I look up and see a man with an olive complexion with the most interesting caramel coloured eyes, and really long eyelashes which I find myself oddly jealous off. He also has a great facial structure, his sharp prominent jaw line looks like its been carved by angels. I look away before he thinks im some creepy stalker girl. "of beauty on the inside"I look down at the childish drawing, trying to understand what he means. A 5 year old could draw this. "the rose is arrogant it knows how beautiful it is whereas the daisy is plain, but who knows what kind of beauty is on the inside"my mouth falls open, lamely. I didn't even intend for it to be interpreted like that.
"you're the artist though" he smiles which makes my body swoon. "im not that deep" I laugh slightly "but you do have a creative mind" I state as though it was a well known fact. "Miss Hood, anything to contribute?"The teacher asks harshly,people turn around and gave me a disapproving look."law makes the um, justice system work"my voice gets smaller with every word. The man next to me sniggers, ugh, you got me in trouble you idiot. "you've been here, what, 7 months now?" I nod, gulping loudly. "and you haven't affected anyone, you being here is doing absolutely nothing, you could disappear and no one including me would care " Mr Bliss says, His face unreadable. "so instead of wasting everyone's time and effort, keep that hole in your mouth shut" he finishes by smacking his desk with both palms. Fighting the urge to cry out of sadness or cry out in pure rage was difficult. Mr blisses breathing was jagged, uneven and as for his writing, it was all over the place. How could he be so angry at so little? maybe I should try, at least make an effort, for my father. I'm sure as hell not doing this for me.
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