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Your name is Dirk Strider and the last thing that's on your mind right now is school. As much as you enjoy your classes like human anatomy and mechanics, you can only take so much of your classmates. Speaking of classmates, there's one now running their mouth about how fantastic their weekend was. Which, you don't care about. It just adds to the collective noise in the classroom as always. You actually feel a bit of sympathy for the teacher too. Having to deal with probably two hundred plus kids with only a handful of them that actually listen and pay attention within all the disruption going on. And while you may be used to the class being loud and disruptive, it's rather tiring knowing that your classmates won't stop talking for about a minute and you hate it.
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By lunch, you have about several people walking towards where you've decided to sit and eat your lunch. You almost want to hope that they're here to say congrats on the last test you had, but you already know what they're coming over for. They want to know the secret to having a famous older sibling. And there's no secret. If anything, the secret is to have an older brother get famous for his shitty web comics, make several movies for it and soon become this great script author with almost millions of people wanting to be him. But well, you guess not everyone is capable of having a brother with a fantastic sense of shitty comics.
"So, Dirk." Some girl starts, and holy shit you didn't even notice her sit down next to you. "I didn't know you had a famous older brother." Like hell. You roll your eyes from behind your shades.
"Well you know, word gets around." She gives a small giggle and clasps her hands together.
"So, I was wondering if you could introduce me to him." There it is. You give a small shrug of your shoulders.
" 'Dunno. He hasn't been around for about.... A month now. You know, directing this new movie that's supposedly coming in about two years." You explain. She gives you a bit of a disappointed frown and you don't even bat an eyelash. "Sorry dear. I mean I barely get to see him myself, let alone be able to introduce his devoted fans to him."
And that gets her to get up and continue on with her lunch, along with a few of the other students who were probably an earshot away from your conversation. Though, a few linger around as if they're almost hoping you'll turn around and say, 'Hey, you're invited to the Strider household.' To their dismay, it never happens. It's not like you could do that anyway. You don't even know them enough to say anything to them. Ugh. You don't have much of an appetite anymore.
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By the times that school ends, you're almost thankful enough to shed a tear. A single tear of happiness. Who would've thought? Though as much as you want to, you can't take your sweet ass time getting home no sir. You have to get back to your apartment- well you and your brother's apartment- as soon as you can. You rarely spend time anywhere after school. Because, that's usually just screaming 'Oh don't mind me. Little brother of a famous and attractive director and script writer just taking my sweet time being here like no one's business.' Hah, yeah right. Walking up one of the several flights of stairs to your apartment you start to wonder why the hell did your brother the most affordable apartment with so many fucking stairs. Well, at least when you get home you'll be able to tinker around with some of the mechanics you've started on earlier this month. Not to mention you've tried your hand at artificial intelligence and it seemed as if you were getting somewhere. So you're kind of eager to try working with that again.
Several flights of stairs later, you make it to your apartment door. Though when you open the door, the last thing you expected to see was your brother lounging on the couch.