Really long story. If anyone would like me to continue this I am up for it.
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Chapter 1
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Summer is here and I'm happy it is. On the last day of school I kept myself on edge gritting my teeth for the hour I get to escape school life and live as a hermit in my room playing computer games. Entertainment hit my mind faster than a zipping bullet, I prefer games over socializing. I am honestly an intricate whose petrified to declare a conversation to anyone that stares me dead in the eyes. There isn't a real reason why I get all frozen when people talk to me, it's a thing that I cannot control.
To get to the basics, my name is Vent Fonik, I recently turned 18 with a mind of an old man. Maturity hit me in the strangest way, like I did not face the rebellious stage of puberty. I've been listening to my parents obediently since a kid. The times I did go against them was when my sister Gina would sob after an argument with either mom or dad. I'm not suppose to pep talk her after these interventions yet I do. It feels nice to know I can cheer someone up by my horizon bright smile. Primarily Gina is perfect for this matter. I used to help her with emotional stress, doubts, complicated home work, and basically anything she needs assistance on. We used to be so close to each other as how every sibling relationship is, but one day she made the decision to isolate herself from me and build walls around her. I don't know why she decided to take away what we've built up since kids, maybe her interest changed as she grew up. I'm no expert on reading people, so I painfully disregarded her sudden shift of heart and began fading from her eyes. Guess this is how it feels to be a ghost. Have no soul communicate to you, paint smiles on you, and carve your frown the other way around.
For my appearance I have light brown skin kind saturated like a fortune cookie. My eyes used to be dark coffee brown, but over the years it changed to the stellar Shamrock Green color. I weigh 130 pounds and stand 5'7 tall. Since I go to the gym almost everyday my body is paved with an athletic build. Smoothly I'm toned and tamed with broad shoulders, carved abs, definite shape of muscles, and high quality leg work whatever that means. My hair is space black, shaved and cut into an SS haircut- as to what my dad calls it. He used to have my vintage haircut, where the sides are shaved off and the middle is kept. He showed me a picture of him in his younger days before he served in the military. Have to admit, he looked pretty darn slick.
Sometimes me and my dad would hit the gym, work out until our legs feel like spaghetti and are arms soggy bread. It's pretty fun working out with my dad since he knows how to inspire me to keep going even when my arms want to give out. Doing recreational activities is the only way me and him really spend quality time and bond. He works a lot, so I take every opportunity I can to hang out with him.
For my mother. It's the opposite. She's home all day, every day. Her time is spent cleaning the house, preparing food on the table, buying groceries, doing clothes and responsible chores to keep the house powering up. My mother does the inside house work and I do the outside work for the house.
However back to talking about my sister. She is different as I stated previous. All her time devotes to social media; via phone, computer, and other devices. An awful lot of time is wasted on her aching friends and that's one thing out of all things I really hate. How she'd rather invest her precious time on friends than me. Does she ever ponder on the shelled past? How much I've helped her learn and be a better person?
Judging from the poker face she guts me with; probably not.
I mean I guess It's okay though, not like that matters anyway. Ever since our teen years she stopped communicating to me properly and dismantled our fine tethered sibling relationship to be with friends.
My sister's name is Gina. Her hair is black like mine, yet more feminine-prudent and straight. Some times I get jealous of her hair texture, how naturally maintained it is.
Her eyes though, are beautiful. One look in her eyes I'm sure other guys would die for her. She has olive green eyes, fabricated to ultimate beauty.
Her lodestone face is a memetic force that I can never understand that's nothing like I've seen before. Gina's actually pretty cute, having the structured face plate of an Egyptian women , yet with white girl eyes, and an Asian's cheek bones. This combination of human characteristics creates one hell of a jaw dropper. To be more clear, her Egyptian like face is tamed with American features. Such to the eyes, white skin, the slick brows, the unique jaw bone and elegant shaped lips. I'm not trying to say anything wrong, but she's admirable. Her being twenty and skinny with curves is one heck of a trait I can't ignore.
Anyway that's all for my family. We all live in a modest sized house enough to keep us all satisfied. My room how ever is neutral. No posters or decorations are stocked on my wall or around my room. It's just the soothing bed, this neat wooden desk I got long ago and my gaming computer and this knife collection. That's all I really have. I did have a Star War poster once, had Darth Vader on the cover along with the imperial logo seeded in the background, but I took it down since I lost interest in being on the dark side.
My sister's room shares polar relations with mine.
Lots of dude posters hang on her wall, possibly boys from her favorite bands she worships her ears with. On her overdressed bed she has an excessive amount of stuffed animals. One of her all time favorite stuffed animals is a black and white Dalmatian plush. A dog she wants to get one day.
My parents room is just like mine, yet less colorless and without the knives..
At the moment. It's 12:00 in the morning and I'm sitting on my single bed above the navy blue blankets staring at my ceiling fan spinning in slow circles. Terrorizing thoughts ranging from personal problems and social troubles clog my mind. I keep going back in the past to see what I had before and what I have now. I compare the level of happiness I had before and now. Back in the day I had reasons to be happy, but presently; there's nothing to look forward to in the means of me to have motivation. I guess later in life I'll find some motivation to keep moving forward. Since I'm hammering my mind with tons of critical thoughts, I began to get tired, going in a restful daze. Just before I fell asleep impulsive knocking wept on my door.
Three faint knocks followed through the intruding of my starting slumber.
"Come in." I yawned tiredly.
Gina crept in, shielding her eyes on her phone.
She had dark blue jeans on with a studded belt around her waist. Bright red converse shoes cushioned on her feet as red socks complimented them. Above her waist is her stylized black tee shirt tucked in her denim pants. An absurd amount of wrist bands lay across her wrists. Must be her favorite bands.
So much make up masks her face, like tamed red lips, deep eye shadow laced around the brows, blush on the cheeks, and eye liner thickened ready for judgment. I wish she knew how beautiful she looks without it, I'm not trying to be weird about it either I'm only suggesting that she's pretty and the make up on her face covers most of her feminine-spruce features.
"Hey Gina. What is it you need?" I tried not to sound bewildered or amazed at her entrance in my man cave. Secretly I admired her outfit silently observing adventurously. Not like she has to know anyways. Those dreamy eyes are glued upon the beckoning phone screen.
"Hey. Just came in to tell you that I'm going out with my friends." Plain smiles stamped on her eyes and lips. For a solid minute I felt convinced she wanted to actually have a real ongoing conversation with me.
"Does mom and dad know?"
"No." She frowned. "They went on vacation remember?"
"Oh that's right." I totally forgot about that. They went to Florida to this cruise thing yesterday. They'll be back at the last week of summer. Me and Gina have lots of time together. She'll spend it with her friends rather than me as said. Her friends play a persuasive theme in her life, one that I am not apart of.
"I texted them but they haven't replied back since morning."
"Ehh it's okay." I shrugged. "Go ahead and go out and do whatever cool things you do."
"Really?"
"Sure, just be careful. Come back anytime you want. Since you're older than me sis, you make up the rules of the house." Gina darted her eyes off the phone screen to meet mine. She gave me a surprised look and blinked blankly.
"Wait. I'm in charge?" She batted her eyes satisfied.
"Yeah. You're the oldest. So it only makes sense."
"Okay, well I'll come home later tonight okay?"
"Okay. See you tonight."
With that short handed talk she left happily away. Guess her friends are one hell of a ride, I bet they brand names on each other and make vows that will last forever.
