My new school should have been called Dull High. Everything about it was miserably boring; from the gray bricks of which it was built and the crappy weather I had to stand in while I was waiting for the school bus. I found myself thinking, was it really worth it to leave Florida for this? Then I remembered the reasons why I had left. One of them was standing next to me.
I glanced at Tyler, my brother. He was standing beside me at the bus stop, his dark curls unravelling in the rain. Half the people back home hadn’t even realised that we were twins the first time they met us. For one, we were not identical. The other reason was because we were so very different.
Tyler smiled at me nervously. I could tell that he was worried about how the other kids at this school would react to him. He had never been one of the popular ones. Unlike me who was the basket ball team’s captain and deemed irresistible bad boy by the female population. As if reading my mind Tyler muttered, “I bet you’ll have half the cheerleaders following you around by the end of school.” I grunted. Tyler sighed. “Though I suppose as soon as they find out that I’m your brother...” He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.
I turned to face Tyler, finally giving him my full attention for the first time since we had got here. “Look Tyler, Mom’s boyfriend is a complete and utter douche bag. I don’t even know why Mom gives a crap about someone like that. Just forget about him. He doesn’t know jack. He’s just a...What’s it called again?”
“A homophobe,” Tyler whispered painfully. I could see the tears collecting in his eyes. He was obviously reliving the painful moment where he had heard our Mom’s loser boyfriend yell about how he did not want to share his house with a fag. It was at that point I had decided it was the last straw. Nobody calls my brother a fag. Nobody. That’s when I walked out, carrying our little sister Sharpe and dragging Tyler along with me. I didn’t stop until we on the first flight to Washington and on the way to our Dad’s new apartment.
The big and battered yellow school bus screeched to a halt, pulling me out of my flashback. Faces were pressed up against the window with many different emotions etched on them. The most popular emotion seemed to be wonder. Do I know you? Who the hell are these people and why are they getting on our bus? Are these the new kids everybody’s been talking about? I saw a drenched Tyler taking a hesitant step onto the bus. I followed closely behind, barely acknowledging my new fellow student. The bus pulled away from the curb.