She didn't care about much, and that was the way she liked it.
She hadn't cared since her mother's death. Something had snapped, her connection to humanity had severed with her mother's connection to life. Her mother had been the only one she was ever open with, including her father and her brother.
Her brother.
She hated him. She had hated him ever since she had to call him to inform him of their mother's fatal heart attack. She had disliked him before that, but it was like all sibling relationships. But now, she hated him. Everything from his nerdy glasses to his PhD. And it annoyed her to no end that he was famous.
What had he ever done? What had he ever done to make people smile when they spoke of him, make their eyes light up with hope when his name was mentioned? Last she checked, the only thing that he had done with any large-scale effect was open a time-space rift and let a shitload of aliens take over Earth, and that was the reason they were all in this mess. She made no connection with him, and even if she could have, she had never wanted to. She didn't even let people know her full name. She told people her name was Amy Maria, and left it at that. She was named for her mother, and that was the only part of he name she was proud of. She daren't let anyone know her middle name was masquerading as her last. If they knew, they would attack her with questions regarding him.
She hadn't liked her father much either, but was, at least, polite for her mother's sake. She had been reasonably happy until she was five. It had been just the three of them: Mother, Father, and Daughter, the perfect American family. She had managed to salvage an old family portrait from the ruins of their old home. A woman stood on the right side, smiling and holding the shoulder of a young girl whose head was level with her mother's waist. The girl's long, dark brown hair was left to fall to her midriff, her bangs not quite covering her bright green eyes, so very much like her mother's. A man held the girl's other shoulder, his other arm around the waist of the woman. His genes had not been very strong, and it showed: he had silvery blond hair and hazel eyes.
And that was the way they stayed, for her.
The Perfect Family.
Dunno where this idea came from, I just thought of it last night. Well, There you go! Please R&R.