'EVIE CAN YOU COME DOWNSTAIRS NOW PLEASE' yelled my Mum from the bottom of the stairs. I walked down slowly wondering what it was this time. When I went into the kitchen and saw her and Dad looking disappointed I knew it was serious. She held in her hand an envelope that had my school's logo on it. This was never a good sign. My mum began her rant. It told my parents about the suspension from school that I'd been hiding. I'd planned on walking to school then returning when they'd left for work.

This wasn't my first suspension and I knew that this was my last chance. This suspension was for smoking on school grounds. At the time I didn't even think about how they'd feel; I wasn't too bothered when they yelled at me about it either. That was until my Mum brought up the one phrase that I hated more than anything: 'Tom and Carrie were never like this'.

Tom and Carrie are the definition of perfect to my parents. They used to be role models to me until I realized that I wasn't talented enough to live up to their titles as 'The perfect children'. I've always been the least favorite child and I'm not surprised. I'm not in a successful band or doing well on youtube. I've not raised an insane amount of money for charity. There isn't anyone out there who aspires to be like me.

I guess that's why I gave up trying. In high school I made a lot of friends who weren't the kind of people any of my family would ever approve of. I gave in to peer pressure and started drinking and doing drugs. I've never had a reason to stop. My parents will always favor Tom and Carrie as whilst they will be singing or being charitable I will most likely be doing something illegal.

'If you don't get your act together you will be expelled from school'

'Mum do you think I care about school'

'Tom and Carrie did well at school and look where they are'

'Oh shut up about Tom and Carrie. You think they're so bloody perfect well they're not alright'

'Well Tom and Carrie aren't as screwed up as you are!'

'And who's fault is that Mum'

At that point I left the house. I ran straight to Jake's house. I did this every time I got in an argument with Mum. Jake was the one boy that Tom forbid me from dating and we never have actually dated. As soon as I got there he let me in and offered me a bottle of vodka and a cigarette. He took me to his room and I lit the cigarette. I took a long swig from the Vodka. He left me sat on my own for a bit just so I could calm down. I'd punched him before when I was angry.

By the time Jake got back I'd almost finished the bottle and was pretty drunk. I saw my phone vibrate with texts and calls from Mum,Dad,Tom and Carrie. Mum and Dad always rang Tom and Carrie every time anything went wrong because they thought I'd relate to Tom and Carrie more. I was about to unlock my phone when Jake put it on the table next to me.

'Just relax babe, they'll only stress you out'

I mumbled in agreement and fell backwards on the bed. My head was spinning and I could barely make out Jake on top of me. He threw himself on top of me and started clawing my clothes off. I struggled with him and told him to let me leave but he wouldn't budge.

'Evie stop struggling for god's sake' He yelled

I fell back and started crying. Then I blacked out.