Dan, Daniel, Danny. Probably the name of your hot teacher or some celebrity you’re obsessed with. Also the name of my fifteen year old pain in the ass brother. Danny’s immature. Danny’s wild and rude. Danny constantly starts fights with my parents because he knows how to push their buttons. Danny fails school. My mom tries doing his work for him. She also fails at it so she begs me to do it and offers to pay me. I got a new expensive phone case last year because I did his research paper.

A junior in high school now, Danny's a star on the Varsity Football Team. Our small town high school LIVES for football, therefore Danny is idolized throughout. The girls fight to wear his varsity jacket during games and Monday morning the teachers are always congratulating him instead of punishing him for not having his homework done. Danny had a house party last year and invited the entire Varsity Football team. My parents came home and I got blamed because they were in my grade, not his. Danny’s naïve. Danny’s stupid. Danny’s good-looking so all the girls are obsessed with him and all his friends follow him around. Danny plays every sport. I don’t play any. Since I was six, our weekend mornings were spent waking up at the crack of dawn to go watch him be the star of every team, scoring six touchdowns a game and getting the winning goal. I go to all the games. I have one dance recital a year. Danny usually doesn’t come because he has a practice or something. I don’t want to say I’m jealous of Danny because he’s stupid and I would hate myself if I was stupid like that. But I guess I kinda wish I had a social life like he does. He also has all these athletic abilities. How can he memorize all those complicated football plays but has a thirty-four average in Geometry? Literally I don’t think anyone knows. Danny will always be my definition of pain in the ass.