"Ugghhh!!! I can't stand you anymore!" I screamed. Mom was making me mad again. She thought I had just turned 30 when in reality I had just turned 16. "Mom, I don't want to call into the stupid place!" Apparently, she decided I had to get my permit (on my birthday) when I didn't want to, and get a job that I wasn't ready for. I didn't want to grow up, I just wanted to goof around with my friends and hang out. I guess that just wasn't on her agenda.
"Jean." Oh boy, she brought out her serious voice. "You have to get a job so you will have money. Don't you want one at all? I just don't understand you, I mean, you didn't even want your permit when all your friends are counting down the days until they can get theirs!"
"Gee Mom, haven't you said this before? I'm not them." She started talking to me again, but I walked away. I wasn't hearing it. So I did something that I don't normally do. I went on a walk.
It was chilly out, the wind was biting at my nose. I was glad I had grabbed my jacket before I stormed out. The wind blew past me and it helped in calming me down. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to get as far away from her as I could.
It started to get dark out so I turned around, reluctantly. For some reason, I just couldn't deal with all that stupid stuff my mom was throwing at me. Go to track workouts, do drivers ed, go study, do soccer, go for a run, call the store for a job, get your permit. The list goes on and on and I was so tired of it. She was always telling me what to do instead of letting me find my way. If she never told me, I'm pretty sure I would do it on my own.
When I got home, I went directly to the shower, avoiding the living room which is where my parents were. Dad must have gotten home while I was out. Great. I'm sure he'll want to have a 'talk' with me. They never liked me. They liked their perfect child, the middle child. Raina. I hated her. She was perfect in everyone's eyes except mine. She got good grades, good guys (who she messed around with), was excellent at soccer and she was a blonde. Apparently, she took all the good genes.
I was tall and skinny, just like a board. No curves at all. I had brown, boring hair and brown, boring eyes. My hair couldn't even be straight! It had to have a curve underneath and straight on top, which looks like crap. I live in Raina's shadow. Everyone constantly compares me to her and I can't live up to that . . . thing.
My oldest sister looks similar to me and is blind. I think my parents just feel sympathetic to her. She went to a special school for college. Lucky. She escaped.
The shower was warm and comforting. The steam helped me forget and the water was like a massage. It rolled down my body and took away all the pain. I hurried before I got yelled at and then sprinted up the stairs. I pulled out my warm pajamas, since they lowered the temperature in my room as punishment.
Dad walked into my room as soon as I had laid down for sleep.
"Your mother told me what you did today. What do you have to say?" He asked, slurring a little. Glad you are drunk again. Yeah I'm sure she told you. What else did she add on?
"I did nothing wrong. Like usual." The longer this went on, the more lippy I got. I just don't care anymore. He kept asking stuff, and I told him the truth, but somehow I'm always wrong. His voice got louder every time and eventually he started to hit me, like I knew he would. My face, my ribs, my stomach. It didn't matter to him. Just as long as I 'learned my lesson'.
I started to cry when he left. I sobbed until there were no more tears left. I fell asleep sometime after that.
AN: Ok so this is new to me. Well just check out the story and please review or something. I know you are tired of hearing that but... I need to know if I'm good at this or not.
