[01]-I'm ashamed of all my somethings-[Deron Miller]

"Hey Emma, James and Chris were wondering if you and I wanted to go to the movies Friday night. I said yes, of course." Lacey added a squeal to the end to show her excitement at the prospect of sucking face with one of East's hottest guys in a dark theater. Before I could give her my real answer, the men in question arrived at our neighboring lockers.
"Hey ladies!" Chris flashed his beautiful smile and swept his blonde hair from his baby blue eyes as Lacey giggled shamelessly. I rolled my eyes as James smiled. Standing at six foot even, his shaggy black hair fell into his eyes as he grinned down at my five foot eight stature.
"So, Emma, I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie Friday." His boyish good looks and shy demeanor would make any girl swoon.
"I don't know if I can. You see, it's my little brother's birthday." His face fell, and I could almost feel Lacey's glares slice my skin like a razor. "But he probably won't want me there anyway." His eyes lit up again. "Call me later, kay? Here's my number." I grabbed his hand and scribbled my number on his palm.
"Alright, hope to see you then." James winked and walked away, Chris at his side. Lacey squealed again as I heard another voice, an angry voice, from behind me.
"Oh, shut up!" I turned to see my twin brother's best friend, Deron Miller, resting his head against the locker.
"Look what the cat dragged in." He turned his head slightly to glare at me.
"You actually like that joker?" I glared at him, not knowing what to say.
"And if I do? What's it matter to you?" He smirked, dialing the combination into his lock.
"I just thought you were better than that." What? Why should he? He's treated me like shit since, well, forever.
"You know, I don't understand you. You pass me all day in the halls, yet the only words you utter to me are critiques." He smirked and sauntered off, having gotten his book. "Ugh, I can't stand that boy."
"Neither can I. Though, I can't stand any of that crew." I sighed, here she goes again. Every once and again (who am I kidding? Every day), she goes on this little rant about my brothers and their friends. That's one thing I can't stand about her.
Alright, I don't hate my brothers, nor their friends, but it feels like I'm forced to act that way. I hate it, but Lacey is my ticket to the in crowd.
I get invited to all the parties, I get all the stares, I get hit on by East's hottest guys, everything a girl could want, right?
Wrong.
Truth is, I hate this life. I'd rather have nothing, and be on friendly terms with my brothers and their friends. Especially Deron. He's not my type at all, but there's something about him that is absolutely entrancing. It might be that he is his own person, something I've wanted to be for the longest time.
And I'd like to have a good relationship with my brothers. Especially Jess. You'd think that since we spent nine months our mother's stomach together, he'd be more understanding.
Wrong again.
He treats me horribly, hardly being able to stay in a room with me for five minutes. Bam, on the other hand, just ignores me mostly.
Which is why I'm probably able to go with James, but what strain would that put on my relationship with my siblings?
James Watson and Jess have been at each other's throats since, well, the first time Jess beat him in baseball. That's one thing Jess is excellent at, in fact, all the boys in our family are.
My father, Phil, was even going to be in the big leagues. But then we were born. Now he's just an overweight baker. And my mom is a hair dresser, leaving us in the lower middle class.
All my nice clothes are either hand-me-downs from Lacey, or presents from one of my other 'friends', Jessica, Chelsea, and Lucy. None of whom are sympathetic enough for me to confide my feelings to. If any of them knew I felt remorse for the way I treated my brothers, I'd be flat on my ass.
Sometimes that seems like a good alternative. That way I could wear what I want to, listen to what I want, watch whatever I want. Be my own person. And hopefully have the smallest chance with my brother's best friend.

"Oh god, we're going to be late for math again." Great, another forty-five minutes filled with me staring at the back of Deron's head, wishing I could be him.
Or with him.
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Name: Emma Marie Margera
Age: 15 (August 28)
Year: 1993