The Forgotten Mathews

by fangirl70v3

You've heard all about Riley Matthews and her friends, but what about her big sister? Emma Matthews is a 'punk' or 'emo' teenager who cares about little more than her friends and little brother Auggie. She thinks of her friends as her family more than her actual family, who she's given up on. But what happens when they finally realize their mistakes and want to make up for it?

1. Chapter 1

I only own Emma and the plot. Enjoy :)

---

"I've just received your message!"

I groaned, reaching around for my phone to turn my alarm off. I still can't believe my friends convinced me to keep that as my default alert. My voice sounds horrid. I thought about this as I jumped in the shower, making sure to be quick since two other people need to use this bathroom. My parents have their own bathroom. I wrapped a towel around myself and hurried back to my room. 'COLD FLOOR COLD AIR HOLY HECK' I shivered as I finished drying off and put on my clothes.

My outfit consisted of a black crop top with a gold tri-force symbol, complete with the wings, underneath a black and white letterman style bomber jacket. I had black ripped jeans and black boots with gold square pyramids along the top. I brushed out my curly hair, which had the left side dyed a turquoise blue while the right was my natural brown, and put a high pony tail on either side of my head to give it more volume. My black snapback with a gold skull and chain at the base of the bill fit snugly over the ponytails and my wireless white headphones fit perfectly around my neck. I put on red lipstick and thick black eyeliner and slipped them in my black messenger bag along with my phone. My bag had a white graphic of a cemetery and a skeleton hanging on a tree. Deeming my outfit finished, I went down the hallway to the kitchen, where the rest of my 'family' was. I could hear some of the conversation before I could see them.

"I love my friends, I love my family, nothing could go wrong today." My 'sister', Riley said. I skipped the steps into the kitchen and landed with a thump, drawing everyone's attention to me. I could feel their eyes stay on me as I went to the fridge to grab my water bottle and the lunch I had packed last night.

"G'morning Emma." My little brother, Auggie, greeted me happily.

"Morning Augs" He stood up and let me sit down as he sat on my lap to eat his breakfast as I scrolled through my phone. As usual, there was no plate for me. Why would there be? After all...

I'm Emma Matthews. I'm 15 years old, and I'm the forgotten child.