My first fanfic. Enjoy.
Beautifully Chaotic
Chapter 1
"Bye Michiru, see you when I get off."
I felt the sadness slowly swelling inside me as I watched my mother leave. I stared at the screen door for what seemed like an eternity. A few minutes passed and I snapped out of my daze and glanced down at the barbie dolls strewn everywhere. It was then at the young innocent age of 5 that I realized I would always be second best.
I slowly got up from the hard floor to go and see what my grandfather was doing. As usual he was glued to the computer, talking to his 'online friends' as he called them. I wasn't going to attempt to strike up a conversation with him because I knew it would end in him getting mad at me for interrupting him. As I walked back to the living room, I glanced out of the window and saw a group of children playing across the street. How I longed to run out the door and play with them. To laugh and have fun like a normal child my age. I sat down in the same spot that I was in earlier. "Why does she always have to leave?" "Why doesn't she spend time with me?" "Did I do something wrong?" As I sat there pondering these questions my brother came running in the door.
When he realized I was sitting on the floor, an evil smirk appeared on his face. He would only notice me if he wanted to beat me up or rub something in my face. In this case it was option number two. "Hey guess what Michiru?"
Rolling my eyes, I replied "What Taro?"
"I just got 50 bucks from mom for not getting any F's on my report card."
Basically that meant that he had gotten C's and D's and got rewarded for it. He was almost 10 years older than me but that gave him every right to make me feel like dirt. He was also very popular with everyone, especially girls, because of his sandy blonde hair and sharp green eyes. But looks and popularity didn't help his grades and yet, he still got rewarded.
Later that evening when my father came home from work he told me and Taro to get ready to go to the mall to go get some new clothes for us. About 20 minutes later we pulled into the mall parking lot. As we walked into the mall I saw so many clothes that I wanted, all in pinks and purples. My two favorite colors. But I couldn't have them. "Okay Taro, go grab some clothes, me and Michiru will wait here."
An hour later we left the mall with three large bags, all of them Taro's. "Why didn't I get anything?" I asked my father.
"We are going to get you some clothes, but less expensive ones." A few minutes later we pull into a local discount clothing store. My father left me in the car with Taro and a short time after he left he came back with a single bag that I assumed was for me. It was filled with a few shirts and two pairs of pants, all of which were ugly and boring. So much for pinks and purples.
"Why can't I have nice clothes too?"
Around midnight I heard the front door open and close. It was my mother coming home from work after a 'long hard day'. The house was dark and quiet. I heard my mother walk into the hallway toward Taro's room. They had a small conversation which ended in them saying goodnight to each other and telling the other that they loved them. She then walked right past my room, not even looking in its direction. I felt a tear run down my cheek as I rolled over on to my side and cried myself to sleep, my head swimming with thoughts of loneliness and hurt. Little did I know that this would only get worse as I progressed through life.
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