Tisdale High

“What the fuck, why? This is my first break of school in months and you make me go out?” I angrily replied to my mother’s request. She looked at me with a disgusted look on her face and said:
“Quit complaining, young man. Your sisters work their asses off twice harder than you and you don’t hear them whine all the time.”
“But Alyssa’s 14, can’t she walk home from school on her own?”
“I’d prefer not, this town isn’t the safest for two pretty girls…”

What the hell? Ottawa, an unsafe town? What has my mom been smoking? I knew arguing some more would only get me in trouble, so I simply agreed. I wasn’t going to do it anyway, but she’d never know.
“Fine, I’ll go get Alyssa and Crystal after school, but I have a soccer game shortly after the end of their classes, so if they’re slow, I won’t hesitate to leave them behind.”
“They’ll keep up,” mom replied before hastily stepping out the door on her way to work.

Mom was a lawyer, therefore her work hours were quite long, and I didn’t expect her to be back before at least 5-o-clock: plenty of time for the sisters to get home on their own. As for my father, he was on a business trip for another three days, so I was planning to have one hell of a good day, but now had the task of fetching my sisters from school. No way in hell was I going to do it, what will happen, will happen.

Alyssa and Crystal both went to the same all-girls private school located at about a twenty minute’s walk from our house. I was always told it was an extremely rigorous and exigent school, where only the best of the best can enter. My sisters were both in that category, both being really smart and willing to work. As soon as they came home, they were always locked up in a room to study and do their homework together until about 10, their bed time. It seemed like a really shitty life, to only stop working for eating, sleeping and other obvious human needs.

As for myself, I went to an average public school in sports concentration. My favorite sport was naturally Soccer; I played in the city team and was one of the best players on the team. I was also one of the youngest, being 15 years old. My grades were also pretty good, but it wasn’t an exploit: if I went to my sisters’ schools, I’d fail within three months. Heh, not that my parents would give a shit: for them, I was just a dumb sport player with no future. In comparison with my sisters, it was almost true. Alyssa and Crystal were both ridiculously intelligent, and all my parents’ praise and hopes went to them.


Crystal, twelve years of age, was the most impressive one of the two. Her IQ was somewhere in the 170’s, and she spoke her first word at the age of seven months. She was a short girl with long blond hair that contrasted with her jet black eyes. She was loved by almost everybody, including myself. She almost never bothered me, was nice and polite with me and I must admit I found her quite pretty, even at her age. Although she almost always remained nice with everybody, she seemed to prefer solitude. The only company she would never refuse was her older sister’s, Alyssa.

Alyssa, who was fourteen years old at the time, was pretty overprotective of her beloved sister, and to me she acted (to put it simply) like a bitch. The only times she’d “lower herself talking to a brainless pussy like me” was to give me orders regarding tasks in the house, or cruel rectifications of every sentence that came out of my mouth. Naturally, in that house, nobody would ever contradict Alyssa, the beautiful genius or be on “that stupid loser’s” side. She often hit me as well, sometimes excessively hard, and DARE I NOT retaliate, or I’d be found receiving a brutal correction from my father. The only one that might have felt a pinch of pity for me was Crystal, but she was smart enough to know interfering would make the situation no better, if not worsen it.

Alyssa wasn’t the most loved person I can think of: she was extremely pretentious and nobody was worthy of being her friend, except a few treasured people such as Crystal. All the guys fell in love with her at first sight, and it was perfectly understandable. Even I who hated her so much could only admire her beauty. Long brown hair like you’ve never seen, piercing green eyes and a body that one would expect to see in playboy. However, the many guys who ever dared approaching her were cruelly turned down, and Alyssa did her best at making it as humiliating as possible every time.