Thrive and live

Chapter one

Wake up, look in the mirror, feel like shit, Look like shit. Depressed! And one question looming in my head, " WHY I'M I EVEN HERE, WHY DON'T I JUST DIE?"

Go back in time.......

OK

Lets explain.

My name is Sam. Live in London, but I'm not British. I'm Australian. BOOHO. Lived in Australia for 13 years of my life. But I moved here to London because of a family thing. Don't really want to talk about it now. It’s really depressing. Maybe ill tell you about it later.

Actually on second thought better tell you now what the family thing is because my story will make no sense with out it. Well in brief my mom and dad are kind of divorced. I mean kind of, because they are still married it just they hate each other, don’t even want to see the sight of one another, and if you even mention there name to one another, you hear the most horrendous things ( I surprised they are not bleeped out like they would be on TV).

The only reason they are still together is because they think it will damage use the kids if we had divorced parents.

Anyway, I think you get the picture. OH ya and when I said us kids, I meant me and my three young brothers. The first on is three and is very spontaneous and active. His favourite sentence is “Mom I did a POOP-PEE". And trust me he means I can smell it very well and I'm in my room upstairs. His name is Robert

Moving on......

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My second brother is different. He is always to himself. He is only 10 but he somehow has the understanding of a 20 year old. He knows how to manipulate people very well specially my mom. His name is Joe.

MY mom has a tendency of being late for everything, especially to Joe’s school. So, just as mom come to pick up Joe. Joe clinches the opportunity and starts cry nonstop. The full water works. In generous.

Then as mom get closer he start mumbling “You promised not to be late...you promised. All my friends have left and i am all alone.”

Obviously mom starts feeling really guilty and tells Joe “I am so sorry Ill get you anything you want, to make up for it.” Joe grins and says “Anything”

Mom replies “anything”

Well after that Joe tends to come home with a big smug smile on his face. Carrying a PS3 game (costing £40), a McDonald’s happy meal (another £3.50) and finally no school bag (that means he forgot his school bag at school again and he cannot do his homework. All this forgetting is starting to make me think that he’s leaving the bag at school on purpose.)

Lucky bugger.

Anyway that’s Joe for you.

Finally you have Harry. Harry is 14 and is the perfect definition for a “techno geek”. He is a fat floundering boy that spends hour after hour aimlessly looking at a computer screen.

Sorry I’m being harsh.

He does come down from time to time, to stair at the TV screen.

The most disgusting and deadly thing about harry is his odder.

The boy stinks.

He reminds me of animals that protect there territory by peeing on there territory. But the problem with harry is that this is not his pee no it’s his sweat. Sometime I do wish it was his pee.

You can always tell he is at home because you can smell the deep and disgusting odder that slowly creeps up your nostrils and like an acid, it starts corroding you from inside. I would like to introduce him to a new invention called “soup” and if I am lucky maybe even water.

The problem with me saying that to his face is that he gets really angry and trust me, you don’t want to a 16 stone smelly sweaty blob on top of you. It’s truly a feeling that I wouldn’t want subjected to the worst of my enemies.

To make this even more annoying, when I eventually regain consciousness (I pass out not only because I was body slammed by a 16 stone truck, the odder helped too) I would like to reply to his violent act by a similar act of violence and aggression. In simple words a punch.

Now what happens next is very comical. My mom slams the door open. Looking horrified. She had just headed the sound of my brother jumping on top of me and squishing me like a bug under his enormous weight.

And guess what happens next.

Out of no were tears start trickling down my brother’s face and yes he manages yet again to get me grounded for hitting him. (But wait I didn’t even touch him. But mom doesn’t care.) And like always Harry gets nothing.

Cause that all fair isn’t it.....