A Fight for life
PrologueRun and get caught. Hide and get found. Scream and no one will hear you. Face it, and well that just feels impossible. I feel like deep inside as much as they say they do, nobody understands me, the pain I go through. I have no where lets to run. Nowhere left to hide. I'm trapped and I can't get out. The pain has corrupted me, but I have to try not to lose my hope.
Some people would blame Mary-Kate. Others would blame Kylie. Few both of them. Or Matthew. Personally, I can't blame anyone but myself. I did it. Just because you're pushed doesn't mean you should let yourself fall. Although you can judge and say whoever you think is the blame, read all of the stories to judge.
Chapter 1- The Beginning of the End.
When I woke up by the sound of an alarm clock I looked over at the time. 6:09 AM. I moaned in my pillow and covered the blanket over my head. "Janie!" I heard my older sister yell "Are you up yet?" I decided to ignore her and just tried to go back to sleep. I knew that wouldn't last long and like usual if I didn't respond she came up the stairs and opened the door to my small little room. "Janie! I know you're awake your fake sleeping trick doesn't work on me! Now get up!" she said then slamming the door shut.
I got up and put on my uniform. (White shirt, blue plaid skirt, navy blue tie, than a black jacket with the "Miller Junior High" logo) "I hate this uniform so much" I said under my breathe looking myself in the mirror.
As I was walking into the kitchen making myself cereal I heard the sound of a toddlers cry. "Anya!" I yelled
"What?" she returned
"Your kid wants you!"
"Okay!" she said and I heard her running across the upstairs.
My sister Anya was absolutely gorgeous. She had tan skin, long dark brown almost black hair, dark brown eyes, and a models body. As perfect as she looked and acted, it looked bad for her image when she would walk around with a two year old daughter (A spitting image of her mother) when she was fifteen. We do live in a small town so everyone knows each other and gossip is bad with all those no live moms.
"Janie you hair is a mess!" my oldest sister, Kristina said "let Anya do your hair or something I swear you're incapable of doing that!" she nagged. "Can I at least eat?" I asked
"Eat later, look now." She firmly said.
"It's too early for this." I said quietly
"It doesn't matter you have school and you know how bad these moms gossip about the kids around here."
"Fine." I said slamming my spoon on the table.
I hate walking up and down the stairs all the time, but I guess that's just how the cookie crumbles. I brushed my hair and threw it up in a hair tie. I didn't see the big deal. I look just like Anya who scarcely looks exactly Kristina. I don't think its rocket science to know that my sister is ALL about looks. It's only because she's been a model for eight years (she's eighteen.)
But this story is not about Anya or Kristina, it's about me! As selfish as it sounds, it's true!
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