Hey guys, here's Chapter 29. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know! As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.
-Witty
Hazel
On Friday, like every day, my alarm wakes me up far earlier than I would like it to. Also like every day, I have to resist the urge to roll back over and go to sleep. I'm not a morning person, yet I have to act like I am. It's what happens when you're the oldest of four and both your parents work.
At least I'm up early enough to be able to take a shower. I strip down and step into the stall. Then I soap myself up, shave my legs and my pussy, and finally let the spray wash the suds off of my tan skin. With a sigh, I dry off before dressing into my clothes for the day and putting my long brown hair back into its usual ponytail.
Once I'm dressed, it's time to cook breakfast. I prepare a nice meal, and then I head to the bedrooms to wake up my brothers. First, Scott. At fourteen, he is the closest to me in age, being in his last year of middle school. We miss out on going to the high school together by one year, unfortunately.
Next is Daniel. He is twelve years old and also goes to the middle school. Finally, my baby brother, Michael. He's only eight, and follows me around like a puppy whenever we're both home. Michael goes to the local elementary school.
Yeah, I'm the only one with an unusual name. Turns out, Hazel is the name of my great grandmother who passed away the morning of my birth. Since she'll never get to meet me, I get to have her old-fashioned name.
After my brothers are fed, I make sure they get ready for school. Then I get them to their respective bus stops, and am free to start my own day. Our parents work so much because of the cost of supporting four kids. They'll be working late tonight as well, so I'll have to make dinner.
I offer to get a job occasionally, but they insist that my education has to come first. I understand, and appreciate the gesture, I just hate that I have to be the third parent around here sometimes. Third parent, yet they still treat me like a child in so many ways.
I toss my backpack into my beat up car before getting into the front seat and buckling my seat belt. Then, it's off to school. Like every morning, I chat with the girls. I'm still unusually quiet, I can't put my finger on why I don't feel right, but I still feel off. Fortunately, my friends don't press the issue.
I text the girls during homeroom, then morning classes begin. I sit in the back of my first class and flirt with a cute boy. He doesn't ask me out, but it's definitely a fun time. The rest of my classes go by slowly. Then, it's finally lunch.
I eat my cheap food as my friends flirt with their respective love interests. Even Kayla and Ian are talking again. I'm happy for them. Still, I'm so glad that I don't have a boyfriend. Granted, Ashley and Marcia aren't official with Josh and Shawn, but still. I'm single. I'm hot. And I'm loving it.
Immediately after lunch is when things heat up. Everyone starts whispering among themselves as I walk down the hallway. Even more than usual. Their voices are all riled up. I can't hear what they're saying though. I eventually stop someone and ask them what the fuck is going on.
"Didn't you hear?" the girl asks. "Keith Strulk just got arrested!"
"For rape?" I exclaim without thinking.
"Uh, no." the girl gives me a weird look. "For drugs!"
I thank the girl and then continue on my way to my next class. I'm glad my assigned seat is near the back of the room. This way, I'll be able to text with my girls. I pull out my phone the instant class starts and text our group chat.
Hazel: Oh, my God! Girls, I just heard Keith was arrested!
Lexi: Wait. What?! He was? For what? Details!!!
Ashley: Arrested for rape?
Hazel: I don't have any details! I just heard it was for drugs.
Marcia: Oh God, finally!
Kayla: It's true. He was arrested right in front of me. The officer said it was for having drugs.
Lexi: Why were you with Keith?
Kayla: The usual. He stopped to call me a cum dump.
Ashley: What a piece of shit!
Hazel: At least you got to see him get handcuffed. You did get to see that, right?
Kayla: Yes! He tried to run and was tackled right in front of me!
Marcia: That's justice.
Lexi: I wish I could have seen that asshole led away in handcuffs.
Kayla: It was beautiful. :)
Ashley: I can imagine! I'm so happy for you, Kayla! And you, Lexi!
Hazel: Now, we need to get rid of David!
Marcia: That would be nice.
Lexi: Hopefully, he's next!
Kayla: I hope so.
We continue texting throughout the day. Then, we meet up after the last bell. The five of us all end up in a massive group hug as we celebrate the downfall of Keith Strulk. Filled with hope, we're all expecting David and Keith to be charged with rape any day now.
I hop in my car, thankful that the old piece of shit starts, and drive home. Then I prepare after school snacks for the kids. They get home a few minutes later and start devouring everything. They're growing boys, it's understandable.
"Okay, make sure you do your homework before you watch television." I say sternly.
"Ugh, fine!" Scott groans.
"Okay." Daniel sighs.
"What are you doing, Hazel?" Michael asks.
"I'm gonna clean up." I answer. "Then I'll do my homework as well."
"Can I help?" Michael wonders.
"Oh, of course you can!" I smile happily.
I hand Michael a sponge, and he helps me wash the kitchen table. He's such a good helper. I love him. After we're finished cleaning up, Michael and I do our homework on the kitchen table together. Scott and Daniel are laying in the living room, doing their own work.
"What are you doing tonight?" Michael asks me.
"I was actually thinking of going to a party once Mom and Dad get home." I answer.
"Can I come?" he inquires cutely.
"Sorry, but it's an eighteen plus event." I laugh.
"I'm eight! That's close!" Michael insists.
"It's very close." I agree as I rub the top of his head. "But not close enough!"
"Aw!" he laments.
Once our homework is done, I let them all watch television. It's tough for them to find a show they agree on. In order to make it possible, I let Michael use the TV in my bedroom while the older kids watch something in the living room. That television cost me a lot of my allowance, but it's worth it. I love laying in bed late, watching my favorite shows.
I watch cartoons with Michael until it is time to make dinner. I slave away in the kitchen, making the best meal I can. I'm not a great cook, but I get a lot of practice, so I'm decent enough. It's edible, at least!
"Aw, meatloaf again?" Scott laments.
