On the 11th of December

Chapter 1

Darren

I raced up the stairs and into my Marvel themed bedroom. I furiously slammed the door and repeatedly kicked on its wooden frame. Screw family. Screw home. Screw my existence. Why did they have to be so cruel? Should I just run away? Man, why hadn't I thought of that before? I mean I could just take some cash and flee for my life but no. I can't. My mother. I can't do that to her.

I collapsed onto my bed and I shut my eyes tight as the tears started flowing out. I cried silently. 5, 10 minutes? I don't know. I don't care. It doesn't matter anyway. I crawled over to my desk which was facing the window. I sat down on the rotating chair and spun from side to side slowly. As I stared outside I saw people, actual families, where everyone was involved. A little boy clasped his fathers hand as they were about to cross the road.

I wonder how hands feel. I've never clasped one before, only my mothers, but she was a different topic. I sighed and pulled open one of the drawers and pulled out the green formal paper that was always lying there. It was the reason that I can't be considered normal. Not in this house at least.

Full Name: Darren Christopher Halen

Date of Birth: 12/12/2002

Time of Birth: 12:00am

Place of Birth: Portland, America  

Fathers Full Name: Unknown

Mothers Full Name: Angelina Halen

You see, being born on the 12th of December was like some sort of mid-life crisis to me. Everyone in this home had the same birth date. The 11th of December. And I was born a minute late. Just because of those 60 seconds, I am regarded as unfit to be part of this humongous family. I know it doesn't make sense, like, how does a huge family of bozos get to be born on the same date? And who cares which date you're born on, it doesn't determine your future.

Anyone who married into the family had to have the same birth date as well. Ridiculous, am I right? My mother and I think so. But lucky for her, she was born on the 11th of December. It literally meant that all mothers had to go through hours of labour on their birthday, just to receive an annoying brat like my cousins. The elder girls are fine but the boys are just too much to take in. In one corner you have the punks and in the other you have the 'emo' gang. Next comes the younger spoilt ones with their action figures and abnormally mature ones who don't really have a life.

I shoved the green paper back in and leaned back, placing my hands behind my head, still staring out the window. It was a Monday tomorrow, and it was Freshmen Day. I have to be the usher and I really really don't want to waste my time on escorting people in and having to wear a fake smile on my face. But I have nothing better to do anyway. I hopped of my chair and snuggled into the covers of my Iron Man sheets, resting my head on the red pillow. My eyes started drooping, and I was ready to fall into deep slumber, but a knock on the door interrupted me.

"Honey? It's your mother. Can I come in?", a voice said.

It sounded a little different from his mothers voice, but maybe she had a sore throat. I mean, yelling at those little shits can work you out to the max. I stumbled out of bed and opened the door, but it wasn't my mother.

"Hah, syke! Goodnight, loser", Nash said and splashed a cup of freezing cold water onto my face.

Darren had never been so pissed.

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