Seriously?! I wanted to know how to do that magic trick. I mean, only Ellis really had my phone number (my other friends just always 'forget' to give me theirs) so magic was probably the best option, especially since Ellis is mad at me. Though maybe she's joking. And yeah, if that's ok, I finished the text off. Wow. Someone who was actually sharing notes. I needed to copy most of mine out, since it was in shorthand which doesn't look good on your report, and is pretty scruffy. Harry practically chucks my bag in the boot of his car, and we get inside. We don't live that far but mum makes him pick me up with the excuse that it's sibling bonding or something. I find that ridiculous, but it keeps her happy. Mostly, we don't really talk. I don't understand half the words he uses when he rambles, and I'm too simple for him. Opposites. And no matter what anybody says, opposites don't attract if they're brothers.
When we arrived home, mum and dad were sat at the table. "We read your report, Alex," mum said sternly (which is really bad. I hid it for a reason.) My dad looked like he'd accidentally killed my goldfish (unfortunate magical mistakes runs in the family really). "Oh. I can explain that. It's really strict..." Their stares tell me to shut up. "Alex, you were doing great! What happened?" Dad continued, which hurts me. Nothing happened. Except I grew older, and it got harder. I began walking upstairs (they're in a bad mood clearly, and I'm not dealing with it). "ALEXANDER, IF YOU DON'T GET HERE RIGHT NOW, NO TV FOR A WEEK," I can live with that, "OR COMPUTERS," I can do that too. They don't know me all that well. That's Harry.
It took me about five minutes to realise it was the first time they'd called me Alexander.