I Am Invincible

Declan woke me up as usual, ranting and raving about how we need to get to school on time for once in our lives and all this other rubbish that I really didn’t give a damn about. I pulled my blankets up over my head and tried to get back to sleep. That didn’t last long. My blankets were ripped off me violently and goose bumps immediately appeared on my bare torso. I threw my arm over my face to shield my eyes from the sunlight streaming through my window (courtesy of Declan; I never open my blinds myself, he always does it for me) and half-yelled, half-groaned at my darling brother to “get the hell out of my room and let me sleep.”

“Hmm...Let me think about that... No. Get up. We’re not going to be late. Here, I’ll even help you get ready.” He then proceeded to fling open my wardrobe door and pull skinny jean upon skinny jean out and throw them on top of me. “Geez. Don’t you have any normal, guys’ jeans? All I see here are girls’ jeans.”
“Yeah. There’s a reason for that. I don’t fit in guys’ jeans. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m a freaking twig. All guys’ jeans fall off of me, and if you expect me to wander around in kids’ jeans with Ben 10 on the pocket, then you’ve got another thing coming. Now get out, I can dress myself.” He left.

I pulled out a pair of ripped blue jeans out of the pile that Declan had thrown on my bed and dragged them on after removing my pyjama pants. I then found my red t-shirt with “Be glad I’m not a twin...oh wait...” printed on the front and pulled it over my head and sprayed some deodorant under my arms. Afterwards, I threaded a black studded belt through the belt loops of my pants and then headed towards the bathroom I share with Declan.

After straightening and styling my hair (I like to look good, sue me) and brushing my teeth, I headed back to my room to get a jacket and my school bag. I grabbed my black and white checked jacket, picked up my bag from the floor, exited my room and proceeded down the stairs yelling Declan’s name. Somewhere in the house, dad shouted back to me that Dec had already left for school 10 minutes previously. That asshole. He really pisses me off sometimes. Grumbling to myself in French (I will explain someday how I know French, but that is a different story), I went past the kitchen where mom was sitting at the table reading something in a magazine. I slipped my Converses on quickly (overbalancing slightly while I was at it) and grabbed the doorknob. “Bye mom,” I said, and then raised my voice, “Bye dad!” He yelled back something I didn’t quite catch, but it was probably something along the lines of “be good, and don’t get into trouble cause I’m not going to bail you out”. He’s such a nice dad; always looking out for my wellbeing. Sarcasm.

Mom was nicer, “See ya Cam, have a good day”. I opened the door and was about to step out onto the front porch when she called my name. I turned, and caught the apple that she tossed me before it hit me in the face. She grinned. “You need to eat breakfast, you know, otherwise you’ll become a living skeleton... Well, more of a living skeleton anyway. You’re a stick figure”. I can’t help it that I only weigh 80 pounds. It’s not like I starve myself or anything. And it doesn’t help that I’m only 4’8” but I think I’m growing a bit. I feel taller...if that makes sense. Declan has definitely grown. I know this for a fact. He grew 4 inches and put on like 7 pounds and he was already taller than me before.

I thanked my mom for the apple and then left the house, pulling the front door closed behind me and began my journey to school.