A/N: I don't own anything besides Amelia St. James and any original characters that include her aunt and uncle, parents and the other two siblings mentioned.
I was the youngest in my family, I had three older siblings. Two brothers and one sister, it went Kyle, Nicole, Jesse and then me. My parents were never around, they spend 50 weeks out of the year traveling. My siblings and I would stay with our Aunt Vanessa and Uncle Daniel, they actually cared for and about us. Our parents just paid for anything and everything we wanted, no questions asked. We hated our parents because they never cared, Kyle and Nicole were planned to make their image look good. Jesse and I, however, were not planned but it still looked good for their image. Because of them not caring, Kyle became a drug addict and Nicole has bulimia. With both of them in rehab to get better, Jesse and I are the only ones with our aunt and uncle. Jesse and I are close, not as close as we used to be before he started high school and vocal adrenaline. Before all that, we did almost everything together, we even took dance classes together.
Despite the fact that Jesse and I are close, I chose to go to a different school than him. I didn't want to be known as Jesse's little sister for all of my high school years. So while Jesse goes to Carmel High School, I go to William McKinley High School. Jesse's a senior this year while I am a freshman. Jesse understood why I wanted to go to different school but he was upset about it. I was the only one of our siblings to ever spend time with him. He got me into music, singing, and dancing. I love dancing, which got me into gymnastics.
Despite my family issues, I was just a normal teenager. I had self-esteem issues, I had trouble making friends. I felt like an outcast but worst, I felt invisible, like nobody knows that I am here. But here I am looking at a signup sheet with five names on it. Signing this would put me at the bottom of the social hierarchy, I wrote my name down anyway. I had some idea who the other people were. Kurt Hummel, the boy who dresses weird. Mercedes Jones, the black girl in my Spanish class. Artie Abrams, the boy in the wheelchair. Tina Cohen-Chang, the Asian girl with a stutter. And Rachel Berry, definitely one of the resident losers of the school, slushied about twice a week at the least. Her dreams are bigger than Jesse's ego.
I left the activity board, hurrying to my homeroom class. It wasn't till after seeing Rachel get slushied in the hallway that I actually realized what I signed up for. Yes, it was singing and dancing but I don't think that I could deal with getting slushied. So before my uncle came and picked me up from school at the end of the day, I went back to the signup sheet and erased my name.