"It's been so long, she hasn't even called me once..."
"Meowstic..."
"That's right... I never did tell her about you, did I? I'm sure she would have liked you, probably not the other way around, though."
"Meow..."
"Violet! Come down!"
"Yes, Mom!" I yell as I get out from the bed covers and rush down the stairs, my baby female Meowstic trying her best to follow me with her small legs.
"Honey, Your dad and I have another business trip to go on, this one will probably be a month or two, but we'll make sure to be back when you go off to college, alright?" my mom says when she sees me while she's placing things into her expensive purse.
"It's so sudden, though, you barely even got a chance to unpack from the last one," I say as I pick up my little Meowstic who was stumbling towards me.
"Yeah, sorry about that, we got the call last night and I didn't want to bother you to tell you. Sorry about that," she says as she applies lipstick to her lips while checking her pale skin, free of any marks or facial blemishes.
"It's not bothering me... What about... What about Anthony?" I ask as my mom closes the lipstick with a distinct click before she looks at me, her dark brown dyed hair looking perfect.
"You can take care of him, right dear?" my dad says as he comes out from the kitchen, his suit looking like it was freshly ironed.
"Yeah, I can," I say as my dad ruffles my hair, which I arrange back in place. It's really oily... I should probably take another shower...
"Good girl, anyway, your mom made breakfast for you and your brother when he wakes up. See you when we do!" he says as he grabs both his and mom's suitcases and brings them outside, my mom waving before closing the door and locking it.
"Are mom and dad leaving again already?" Anthony, my eight-year-old brother says from the stair before he yawns. For the longest time, I thought the poor thing was going to live his whole life thinking he's an accident. Although, my parents for the longest time wanted a son, so if anything they found it ironic.
Even if he technically is an accident.
And? What if they weren't meant to be born? He's going to be born now since your parents made the choice. You might as well suck it up and help them out... If they live anyway, which, sadly enough, is a true statement since your mom is getting towards the point where she can't have kids.
"Sis?"
"Sorry, yeah, they are, they made food, though, smells like pancakes," I say with a smile, which infects my brother judging from the smile that spreads across his face as he races from the kitchen to get pancakes.
I can't really help it... It's just something I was raised with.
I KNOW that Violet, I completely understand that fact, but, you don't need to be how you were raised. You can be different. Who cares if you have a few split ends and if you're not a hundred percent right on your BMI, I can tell you as a fact I'm sure as hell overweight by BMI standards. I don't care that you have naturally purple hair, and you're sure as hell not a freak for it.
But-
"Sis! Sis, are you okay?" Anthony says as he looks up from the dinner table while I let go for my Meowstic who is looking at me with a, "Put me down or else" look since I had been squeezing her too hard.
"Yeah, just... thinking-"
"Oh, is it about that girl you're always with-"
"Alishia, her name is Alishia," I cut off, fully aware of how rude I was being, but Anthony is far too naive to recognize it.
"Yeah, Alishia! Are you thinking about her?" Anthony asks as I get my own food and utensils before I pour on a half serving size of maple syrup.
"Yeah... Yeah, I guess so," I say as I start to bring my food to my room.
"Hey! Why can you bring up food but not me?" my brother exclaims madly.
"I'm not Mom, you can if you want," I reply before I finish walking upstairs and into my bedroom, dumping the plate on my desk next to some homework for cram school before I grab the notebook and pen on my French homework and fall into my bed.
"You can have it if you want. I'm not hungry at all," I say as I see my Meowstic looking at me pleadingly, while still, amazingly enough, managing to keep an expressionless face.
"Meowstic!"
"Ack- What the- there's a better way to get me to eat then shoving it into my mouth!" I yell as I jump, shoving off my Meowstic and the pancake she was forcing into my mouth.
"Meowstic..." she says as she looks at me with a blank stare.
"Ugh, you don't know me that well but... I can't, not when... When... Oh, god...," I start to stutter as tears start to pour from my eyes.
"...Meow..."
"I-I... Why- I... But... She...," I start rambling incoherently as Meowstic sits in my lap and pats my shoulder.
"Ding! Ding! Call from... Alishia! Ding! Ding! Call from-"
"Alishia! Hey! How it going!" I say as I pick up the Xtranciver call without video as I wipe away the tears streaming down my face.
"Eh! Look who I ran into in an awkward as all hell situation in a maid cafe!" Alishia says with a smile as Hilda appears next to her.
"Hey, Violet! How's it going!" Hilda says as she holds her Tepig, who's name I forgot.
"Great, great. You?" I ask as I make sure all the tears and traces of them are gone.
"Welp, fab, I now have an adorable oversized candle that is probably sucking out my soul and constantly putting me in severe pain from third-degree burns. Also, eh, looka dis shit! I dun do gotta anotha gym badge! eh! Come on, I want to see your reaction! Joy, surprise, or, 'PLEASE, ALISHIA, SHUT UP, I DON'T CARE!', any of these will work!" she says, probably barely aware of what's coming out of her mouth, after all, she does that quite often when she's comfortable with the people around her.
"Ahah, I'm happy for you! You should already know that! Oh, right, say hello to my little friend!" I happily announce as I turn on the camera and point it at the expressionless Meowstic in my lap.
"Oh, she's cute! Do you also have a thing for Psychic-Types? After all, Alicia is a Psychic-Type too! Right, what did you name her?" Alishia asks.
"...I didn't name her yet," I murmur with embarrassment.
"Oh, is she new? Or young I guess? I'll be completely honest, I'm surprised your parents let you have another Pokemon since they were so against having Alicia before," Alishia comments, not noticing I didn't answer her first question, a skill which I learned from her.
"I got her two days ago when my parents came back from their trip to Kalos with Anthony. They got her from some professor, Sycamore, I think, for Anthony, but he didn't really like her so he gave her to me. I think she's happy enough with me, although, I bet she would love to be back in Kalos," I say as the Meowstic in my lap stares at me with somehow an even blanker expression than before.
Meow!" she says as she shakes her head and jumps up to hug me, still with a blank expression.
"How cute, I think she likes you plenty, Violet! And... Hey, Hilda, you're going shopping, right?" Alishia says as she talks to Hilda who left the view of the screen a while ago.
"Oh, yeah, do you need something?"
"Can you buy some Ghost and Fire food fore Alison, please? I'll pay you when you get back! Oh, and some Psychic-Type food too, please!"
"Alright, I'll add it to the list, let's go, Tifa!"
"Te-pig!"
Alishia watches with a smile as Hilda and her Tepig leave the room before her smile evaporates as she says to me, "Don't you think that's unfair?"
I bit my lip for a moment before I a nswer back, "It doesn't matter, he's the son, he's going to get more than me. Right, who's Alison?"
"My Litwick, don't change the subject, I'm the politician here, you're far too nice for that. And don't even tell me that it doesn't matter, I know it bitting at you," Alishia says, referring to he old nickname in school, "Future Politician" which came from the fact she cared about global events far before anyone else, which also played into her social ostracization.
And being open about the fact that she prefers girls.
"Of course, it's bitting at me, but I can't do anything about it. My parents are traditionalists, minus the fact my mom isn't a housewife," I say as I hug my Meowstic closer.
"How much do you want to bet she would be if you had been born male? The only reason she isn't now is because you take care of him, I bet. I honestly don't know how you're still sane. You have to study six hours a day, practice cello for three hours, take care of Anthony, make sure he stays out of trouble or get blammed for his mistakes, and if any are done incorrectly, you get yelled at and get no dinner!" Alishia says angrily.
"I'm used to it."
That I am.
"Used to it my ass, I doubt your parent even know what this can do to any old regular kid, it can ruin them, and the only reason you turned out half fine was because of your personality and, don't take offense to this please, need to please people. What even happened last a couple days ago when you came with me to the Striaton Gym?"
"They had me do twice as much to make up for the time I was gone the next day," I answer meekly, already knowing how she'll react.
"Jesus, is that even legal? Did you even get any sleep?"
"Legal? Probably. I slept enough, anyway-"
"Yeah, tell me the real amount. Enough sleep in your book is three fucking hours, which is not healthy at all," Alishia bursts out, causing me to look away from to the wall.
"I got four... Believe me, it's fine. At least I got some of the cram school dropped," I mutter as I look as my Meowstic who I swear gives a look with the expression, "Are you crazy?" for half a second.
"That's not fine, and you would still be doing that cram school if it weren't for the fact your parents used that money to pay for Anthony's soccer lessons, which you know he'll get bored of in a month or so and force you back into cram school!" Alishia yells as I look away from her.
"I'm sorry," I say, trying to calm the shaking that's starting to happen.
"..."
"I'm sorry... I-I know that your-your concerned but... They-they really do love me... They just... They want me to succeed... That's it," I choke out while my Meowstic is pulling at me to let go of her.
"...Hey, Violet?"
"Y-yes?"
"Did you ever think about doing something with your hair?"
"Y-yeah, sometimes. Is something wrong with it?"
"No, I'm just trying to have girly conversation with you."
"O-okay. I was thinking about curling it so it's back to normal and letting my bangs grow out so I don't look so childish..."
And that was the end of it.
I've had this for a while and just didn't want to proofread it... Eh... School starts today, woo...