Prompt: 100 words – emotionally themed drabble prompts

Prompt word: Neglect

No, I'm not still mad that Matt and Trey excluded Shelly from "You're Getting Old" and "Ass Burgers". And I'm not disappointed in fanfic authors for never acknowledging her existence in fanworks based on those episodes. Not at all.

Remember, this is from Shelly's POV, so she doesn't know the full extent of what Stan is dealing with.

And to guest, I already made it perfectly clear that I don't to specific requests. And I also made it clear that I don't appreciate you spamming my Tumblr inbox with requests.

"Nobody's telling me what's going on! Why are you guys getting a divorce? Why do we have to move?"

"We'll discuss this later, Shelly," Sharon said absently. "I need to finish packing."

"Whatever," Shelly snapped, storming off to her room. As she passed Stan's closed door, she could hear snippets her father's voice.

"… still love you."

"… not your fault."

"… visit anytime you want."

Shelly had to physically restrain herself from barging in and screaming at her dad. Why wasn't he having this conversation with her? It was bad enough that he had never bothered to have visitation with her after the last divorce. Did she really matter so little to him?

Shelly blinked back the tears that suddenly sprang to her eyes and went to her room to pack.

"Mom, I need you to sign this for me." Shelly held out the English test that she had purposely failed. Surely she would get some attention now? English was always her best subject.

"In a minute, sweetie. Stanley, I made you some waffles!"

Shelly scowled. "Hey, why does he get waffles? I wouldn't have made a bowl of cereal if I knew that I could have waffles!"

"I'm sorry, Shelly," Sharon said apologetically. "But there wasn't enough batter left to make waffles for both of you. And your brother's having a hard time right now. I thought that he could use a treat."

Shelly wanted to scream. She was sick and tired of the world revolving around the turd. HE was having a hard time? At least he didn't have headgear.

"I need you to sign this or I'll get a week of detention." Shelly failed to mention that she already had a week of detention for punching Tommy Schneider in the face.

"Just a second. Stanley, you're going to be late!"

"Never mind!" Shelly grabbed her bowl of cereal and stomped over to finish her breakfast in front of the TV.

Shelly sent Stan her best death glare as he gloomily picked at his dinner. She was getting pretty damn sick of him milking all of this. Everybody turned ten and saw the world as shit! That was normal, right? A lot of kids had divorced parents! Nobody seemed to give a shit that she herself had experienced both of those things. Why was the turd so special? Would she get more attention if she moped like a pussy the way her brother did instead of being angry?

Fed up, Shelly hurled a meatball Stan's direction. He didn't even flinch as it bounced off his head. Sharon was too busy scrolling through her phone to scold her.

Shelly lay on her bed in her old bedroom, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was all over. Her parents were back together. Everything was back to normal.

Now they can go back to ignoring me while being happily married, Shelly thought bitterly to herself. She rolled over and drifted into a fitful sleep.