Lucky

It’s not fun being the socially awkward, annoying younger sibling. People think I’m weird when I make loud noises and emphasize my words, but they think I’m even weirder when I don’t speak at all. Compared to my older brother, I’m just the creepy child who’s forced to live in his shadow…but not for long. I am sick and tired of him and his friends calling me names and making fun of me, it’s about time I do something. This is where the story begins.

It’s after school now, about 3:30, and I walk from my middle school to my older brother’s high school, where he is playing a basketball game tonight. Or so he thinks. I casually make my way to the boys’ locker room where I see the team water bottles. I’m not saying I poisoned water bottles…but lets just say my brother and his friends will be making frequent trips to the bathroom during the game tonight. As I sneak back out of the locker room I nearly run into the head coach. He looks me up and down but doesn’t question me. I get lucky like I always do.

I can’t say the same for my brother and his friends.