Post by Aidan O'Banion on Oct 16, 2012 6:56:31 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 460px; background-image: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/34fb0ns.jpg);-moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px; border: 4px ridge #7a9aa9, bTable][tr][cs=2] Bryson Lynard Towler. 15. Gryffindor. Logan Lerman. | |
[rs=2] | Bonjour. Hola. Hello. And practically every other way to say hello. I'm not that best at these things, if I'm being completely honest. I always feel weird going on about myself because there is most likely way more interesting things out there than me. So this is mainly for those with no life who actually want to listen to the story of Bryson. So just take a moment and sit right there, and I'll tell you how I became a prince of the town called Bel Air. Not really, but I really wanted to say that. First off, before we dive into my story, I don't go by Bryson fully. My nickname, as I'm known to family and friends is simply Bryce. It all started two days before Christmas morning back in the year of 2008. In the afternoon of December 23, 2008, Bryson Towler graced the world with his presence (that's me). What a Christmas present, wouldn't you agree? Probably the best one yet. Especially for my siblings. I am the youngest of three children in my family, and honestly we are all so close in age. My sister is the eldest of the lot, holding five years and a few months over my head. It's really not that much of an age gap, if I'm being quite honest. Besides, I think because she was older when I was born, she was able to really appreciate the newborn baby and I will to this day claim that she likes me so much more than Fritz. They all deny this, but not to worry. At least I know the truth and that's all that matters! Next is my brother, Fritz, who is extremely close to me in age. We're really only a year and what? Two months apart? Something along those lines. I like to consider myself the more mature between us, ignoring the fact that mum thinks I'm crazy. Being the youngest, I've always had to deal with that shadow. Fritz did everything early. Walked, talked, learned to punch...Everything came so easy to him. And then you have me. Mum likes to go on about how I was probably the laziest baby anyone could have. I always waited till the last second to do things, unless it came to food. That I perked up for and inhaled it like a vacuum when presented. I waited until I was somewhere over one before I walked because, lets face it, walking is too much effort. My sister also comments about how I was ten times quieter than Fritz ever was, though it was not always a good thing. She told me once when mum and dad where in the other room, she watched Fritz and I for a second while we were playing. Fritz was talking away and she didn't pay too close attention...Until she realized I had crawled away to the open back door and was in the yard heading toward a nice mud puddle. I was an early escape artist, what can I say? Next thing I knew, she was dragging me back inside. Most of my childhood was spent playing and keeping up with my brother. I mean, as I grew older I gained much more energy and interest in things. I was always running around and getting into just about everything. I still had nothing on Fritz, but I always had a problem sitting still. If I was suppose to be sitting quietly, I couldn't just sit. I was tapping a finger, tapping my foot, shaking my foot, anything to keep occupied. It drove mum insane to have two young boys who could never pay attention. She always gave me a sharp look and I would try and stay still...One minute later I was moving again. Tap. Tap. Tap. And then the sharp look again. This happened on numerous occasions, if you can't tell. This continued after I started primary school. I got along pretty well with the muggle kids, in all honesty. Though, I did happen to get Fritz's old teacher before he was taken out to be home schooled. At first, I don't think she was pleased to have another, hyperactive Towler running around the playground pretending he was a cheetah. I think she loved me deep down though. Deep, deep down. You know, until I made the class pet levitate in mid air. We had this pet mouse that all the kids got to take home for one weekend to learn how to take care of it. We all gathered around Snowball (the mouse) while she explained what we were going to do. She passed him around and we all got to pet him and I was the last one up. I'm not sure how it happened, but as I reached to pet him, the mouse wasn't in her hands but above my head. Half the class was laughing, the girls were screaming, and the teacher snatched the rat out of the air so fast and threw it in the cage she got him out of. The next day, Snowball was not in class. She told us he took a vacation. Poor Snowball. Growing up, more instances like that occurred. When I was eight, I got angry at one of my muggle school mates during lunch..And his carrots caught on fire. Small things like that. My dad tried to be stern when teachers presented more weird occurrences, but I could always tell he was fighting a smile. I'd always been much later than Fritz when it came to developing, so they began to become...concerned when I didn't show any magical signs until age six. So when weird things would happen, it always filled them with a small since of relief. Compared to my siblings, I always paid close attention to details. I need details to get through the day. If you can't tell by how detailed this telling of my life is. I'm one to beat around the bush than get straight to the point. I might also be more...rash, impatient, mischievous, and and just a tad stubborn in personality. I don't really have me mum's persistence. She never gives up really. I take after her in looks, not really personality. I started Hogwarts a year after my brother. My sister was half way done with her schooling, and I was just starting mine. It's always weird to think of it like that. I had to wait toward the end to be called to put on the hat, and considering I am as graceful as a gazelle, I tripped twice on the way up. I placed the hat on my head and it took a minute, debating with itself about something with Hufflepuff while I tapped a finger on my knee, growing slightly impatient with nerves. Have I mentioned I'm not the most patient of people? I have to have things now, or do things now, know things at that moment. Probably why the hat finally shouted out the word "Gryffindor!" at my sorting. I caught both my siblings eyes as I headed over to my table, giving each an exaggerated thumbs up with the biggest smile I could muster...Then dug into the endless feast in front of me when the sorting ended. Food is heaven. Years past and I began to notice something with my brother. I was aware that in my second year, Fritz was diagnosed with Bi Polar disorder and for some reason I was a bit shocked. I mean, looking back it kind of made sense, but my twelve year old mind couldn't really comprehend. I wasn't a twelve year old super hero. I think Fritz did his best hiding it...But there is only so much you can hide.I've always had my suspicions, for the past couple years, about Fritz and drugs. I think he's tried to hide it from me for Merlin knows what reasons floating around in his head, but there is only so much you can hide before you see the shift in people and hear the rumors. We are only a year apart, after all. I don't bring it up much. If he doesn't want to tell me about it, I'm not going to keep pressing. He'll come around eventually, even though the wait might just kill me. I'll pull through. Last summer, or this past summer I should say, was an interesting one really. I learned that the Towler boys are well off in the romance department and don't really have to resort to mum's famous love potions. Or the ones she use to buy at least. We have a few muggles that live around us and for most of the summer I hung around one muggle girl in particular I went to primary school with. Well, lets just say we hit it off pretty well and there were no labels involved. Not that I mind labels. It's just that, considering I'm off at Hogwarts for a good part of the year, I don't think either of us wanted to get too attached. Okay this is weird so I'm going to breeze through it, but I did lose my virginity this summer to that muggle girl who shall remain nameless. I mean, no complaining on my end? Oh this weird. Awkward and weird and my life isn't that exciting. So here I am. Just Bryce trying to make it through Hogwarts alive and milking every ounce of my time here before deposited in the real world. Because, being honest, I have no idea what I want for my future. Taking it one step at a time. Cheerio! |
Bay. 21. 8+ years. GMT. |
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*Riss approved that this character can replace Jason Lawerence
