Chapter one: Ages 4 and 6"Trilly? Where are you?" My big brother, named Jasper called. We were playing hide-and-go-seek with some of the other children in the neighbourhood and Jasper was it and I was the only one left to be found. I was hiding in the easiest place ever; the tree had a lot of leaves so I had quickly scrambled up to the third branch.
When he walked past the tree I held my breath, fighting of a fit of giggles.
"Trilli-ili-ili-illium!" Jasper called knowing it annoyed me.
"AH!" I screamed. Curse the name of a stupid flower! I thought. "JASPER WHITLOCK! I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"
"No you are not, Trillium!" Mother yelled harshly, from the door. Mother was the only one who always called me by my whole, first name. It annoyed me a lot. Father was the one who gave me the nick-name anyway. My nick-name annoyed her a lot. She says it's un-lady-like to have a nick-name. Like I cared.
Jasper is my big brother by two little years and gets treated like he's so much older, and more mature. Ha! He is EVIL! But he is still my Jasper, my big brother. The only one who understood what I am going through. Well he didn't really understand, I just told him everything. That was the nice thing about being different. I'd always have Jasper. My best friend, my brother.
Jasper and I look alike to. We both have honey blonde hair, brown eyes. But also at the same time we look nothing alike. He's tall, I am short. My hair is way longer, it's almost down to my fanny. Our hair both has loose curls though, mine has natural red streaks.I really don't care about my mom's unladylike stuff. No one does. Dad says it's just how she was raised. Ha more like how EVIL she is. I have no good feelings about her, and her stupid lady-like-obsession.