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I had nothing.

When my father saw what I had done... he was mad... Why wouldn't he be? I ruined everything. Everything for everyone.

It was the night of my sister's wedding. Everything was perfect. Everything for their perfect child, their perfect daughter. I'm nothing like her. I knew I never would be. Sometimes our parents expect that we can be everything they were and everything they weren't all at the same time. I'm sorry that I didn't fit your definition of a perfect child. I'm not conventional, I don't like big crowds, and I'm not a fan of "family time". That's just who I am, sorry. Deal with it.

Pretty much, I never cared what people thought of me. Why would I? What X thinks or Y does has no effect on my life...

My sister met this guy, Mark, about four years ago. See they followed a picture perfect time line. After three months he asked her out, after almost two and a half years he proposed, and they've been planning the wedding ever since. He was smart and brave and strong and polite and gentleman-ly and "an example". Unlike me.

I wasn't overly shocked when I found out my sister didn't want me in the wedding party, I was just supposed to sit down and shut up "for twenty freaking minutes of my life that shouldn't be so hard!". So of course I had to screw it up. I wasn't about to let Pretty Penny get something else she wanted. I don't care if she thinks she deserves it or not. I hate her because everyone else loves her.

On the night before my older sister's wedding, my parents made me sleep at someone else's house. They told me to pick a friend and just stay there because they didn't want to have to deal with my stuff too.

I don't have any friends.

I stayed out most of the night... but I'm not stupid, I wasn't planning on sleeping under the stars. But I did anyway... sort of. My parents had a trailer... I just climbed on top of it and slept. The next day I was mad... really mad. I don't even know why but I was... at Penny, and my parents, at Mark, for being better than me, for not loving me like they should've. I hated them.

I showed up half-way through the ceremony, drunk off my ass.

I hear they had to have two of my uncles drag me out of there because I wouldn't stop screaming about how none of them deserved anything. They probably deserved that though.

When I got back to the house I threw everything I could find on the floor. I trashed every room until I finally blacked out.

When I woke up, I had the worst hangover you could imagine. My dad screaming at me didn't make it any better. He kicked me out that day.

I have nothing.

I ran to a park down a couple blocks from my house. I went to go lay down under a tree and take a nap for a few hours. When I woke up I was starving and feeling sick, but I heard a voice.

"You okay?"

It was the voice of an angel.

I didn't know it then, but that girl was my savior.

She gave me reason to live, reason to get clean, someone to care about and take care of.

I eventually got better enough that my parents took me back, sort of. They let me move into that trailer in front of our house...

All because I met a girl.

Who did you think was narrating? Did you read it twice when you figured it out?

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