A/n: Hey there. This fanfiction is actually also in the official website. I post my chapters there first so if you want just check it out over there. There aren't a lot but there is still more compared to this. I'm assuming most of you who read this has an account. So if you do I suggest you read it there. Also, please review. Post a review there in the actual topic in the website if you can. Btw, my user name there is AuroraSweets
On with the story.
I sat in front of the dining table drawing on my sketchbook with my cherry red headphones on. I was in my own little world, but I got dragged out of it as I heard the sound of sizzling during the few seconds of silence inbetween songs. I got up, letting go of my pencil as I quickly walked over to where the sizzling sound came from.
Apparently, it came from the hamburger meat I was supposed to be heating up. Just great, its probably burned. I pulled the pan away from the heat. I picked up one of the meat with a spatula to check the bottom. Yup, its burned. Oh well, its not too bad, we can still eat it.
I took out three plates from the cupboard and set them on the dining table, of course getting my sketchbook and pencil out of the way. I placed one hamburger meat on each plate along with mashed potatoes.
I took my headphones off my head and placed it around my neck though the volume was so high that I could still hear the music. I went into the living room to call my two little brothers. Their eyes were practically glued to our flatscreen (which I really think is a lot bigger than neccessary) as they played videogames. They're playing Ledgend of Zelda this time...I think. I don't really know. They are huge game nerds, its like all they ever do is play video games.
"Drake, Dominic. Its time for lunch." I told the twins. Yeah thats right, my little brothers are TWINS. Identical twins at that. Same brown hair, same brown eyes, same skin tone. Basically they're as similar as twins can ever get and its not just on the looks department. They have the same personality as well. If you ask them t think of a number between 1 and 1000, they'll most likely think of the same number. Hardly anyone can tell them apart. Ony the ones that really know them. And as much as I hate to admit it, I'm one of the very few who can tell them apart. Not that I can really help it. I mean I am their sister. I'm bound to know about them no matter how hard I try to ignore them.
"Yeah, just wait" Dominic started
"A few minutes." Drake finished.
They even finish each others sentences! How much more stereotypical can these two get!
"Mom, told me to get you two to eat lunch by noon. Its already 1:30." I told them, getting a little annoyed. What is so great about those games anyway? I am really tired of them always hogging the TV to play video games.
"We're not hungry."
"We'll eat later."
I sighed. I am not one to push people to do things. I can tell them what to do but its their choice whether they would do it or not. The only way I can really get people to do things is by making putting an edge to my voice which makes me sound intimidating. But I'm not using that voice on my brothers, evern though they are annoying as heck. I only use that voice on people who are either mean to me or the ones I care about.
I went back to the kitchen to eat my lunch, putting my headphones back on. Once I finished, I took my sketchbook and pencil and headed to my room.
I have a big room but it's nothing special. The walls are painted black, I have a queen sized bed with forest green and black sheets, a desk and a walk-in closet (which are half filled with clothes that I never wear).
I lied down on my stomach on my bed and continued to draw. After I finished I took a moment to admire my work. It was a really dark piece of Art. Like all my recent artworks.
The last time I drew a happy drawing was a really long time ago. I started drawing at a young age, but I wasn't like other kids who drew stick men and houses. The reason I started drawing was because I was really into fashion and I wanted to become a designer. I drew mostly clothes but I drew other things as well. But like I said it was a really long time ago. I don't really care much for fashion anymore.
The song I was listening to was interrupted by my ring tone. I took my phone out of my pocket.
Mom: Get here in the kitchen. Now!
Oh, their already home. Yeah our house is so big that my mom has to text me if she wants me for something. Not like other moms who just yells when they need their child. I come from a rich family, obviously. But my family's just too rich. Like, richer than famous movie stars and directors combined rich! So now you're probably wondering why I had to cook lunch when we could have easily hired cooks or butlers or whatever.
Yeah, well my parents decided not to hire any house workers besides several housekeepers who come by every week. You see, my parents actually earned the money. They weren't born rich. They were just lucky and extremely hardworking. They decided that they didn't want their kids to grow up snobby and spoilt. There are some times though when my parents spoils us a bit. Most of the time it's my dad though, he's just overprotective.
I arrived in the kitchen to see a very angry mother. My brothers are there too.
"I told you to feed your brothers by 12:30. It's already 3 and they haven't eaten lunch yet!"
"I told them to eat but they told me they weren't hungry."
"So! You should have made them eat! It's not their choice and you should have made them eat!" she continued to scold me about how I've been irresponsible, asking me if I could even be trusted. Usually, I just let her scold me for who knows how long, only speaking what I think she wants to hear. But questioning me about her trust really stung. And for the first time, I actually spoke what was on my mind. "I don't know, but obviously you can't trust me to get my brothers to do anything. They never do anything I say."
The next thing I knew, I spent the last two weeks of summer packing my things while my parents took care of getting me a room in an apartment and getting me legally independent. I also took care of my enrollment form.
My parents said that I need to be more responsible and decided that the best way to do that is to learn how to take care of myself. So now I'm being sent off to live in an apartment alone. In a town where my aunt lived of course so she could check up on me once in a while.
I'm fine with it though. I only have one friend and I won't really be missing out on anything.
I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time before I had to leave. There isn't really anything special about me. I have black dyed hair which barely brushes through my shoulders, hazel eyes, fair skin. I am average height, not too skinny and not too fat. I'm wearing a dark grey shirt, black shorts, black converse and a black jumper which was left unzipped.
All the furniture in my room has already been put into a truck. I took my luggage and my black duffle purse thing, got in a taxi and was driven off to where my new home will be from now on.