Chapter 3 The Sisters Speak
It's not that I'm ugly, I'm just never pretty. I never have stood out. I guess I never wanted to.
Petunia Evans, such an annoying name. Why wasn't I given Lily's name? I am the oldest, but I guess because Lily is perfect so she has to get the perfect name.
Anyway, they're leaving tomorrow, I'm glad. This house will be better without those freaks. Maybe I'm not as happy as I appear to them, I will really miss them. I mean, I'm fifteen, I've lived for about one third of my life without seeing my sisters during the year. This can't be natural. It isn't normal. I hear that twins can read each other's thoughts. I can't read either Lily's nor Rose's thoughts. They probably consider each other twin sisters, forget I'm here too. Well guess what? I am here! I am here and I have feelings. If only Lily didn't always take her side, if only Lily wasn't a freak like she is, then I could love her. Then she could be my sister instead of hers. I feel all alone. I'm not supposed to be left alone! I'm supposed to have two sisters who support me! But do they? NOOOOOOOO! They have to go off to that little freak school and leave me here all alone. Well I'm sick and tired of it! I've put up with it for all these years.
I've hated her forever, I can't remember a time when I wasn't angry at her or at least annoyed. It's like we were meant to fight. I know we are sisters, but we fight more than is natural. I guess I can be kind of bossy, but it's who I am. I can't help it. Why wasn't I nicer, why am I not nicer?
Why is it that hen ever I see them together I have to go in there and screw things up. I know Rose isn't hurt, she would probably be hurt if I didn't insult her daily, but then there's Lily. Every time I say something mean, even when I wasn't serious, I see her face fall for a minute. She always comes back, but I think she's really hurt, I think she would like to be as close to me as she is with Rose, but, but, but I don't know. What's done is done right? If only they had tried harder, but what can I expect. They say there are two parts of a mind, there's probably no room for a third. I'm the odd one out and I always have been.
If you were to call a rose by any other name would it smell as sweet? Who cares in my opinion. Why would someone care how something smells. I never saw the point in flowers, which most think is funny since I'm names after one. I had to get a bad name too. Rose, the first flower that comes to anyone's mind. Rose, inspire words like sweet, pretty, trusting, docile. Right? So symbolic? Well you know what? I'm sick and tired of being told how I'm supposed to be. Why does everyone care who I am? Why can't they mind their own business and let me be me? Why do I always have to measure up? Who do I have to measure up to? My sisters, that's who.
Petunia, my enemy, oh, your so stable, so dependable, so normal, so average. So boring if you ask me. Why is everyone so proud of Petunia? Why? What's so extraordinary about her? Nothing, that's what so amazing. If you were to take a statistic, Petunia would end up in the majority of every single one of them!
And then there's Lily. Perfect, Smart, Clever, Beautiful Lily. You could take her head off, but you can't. You would end up loving her too much to do so. She just has that way about her. She never wants attention, from what I can see, but she always gets it. Mum and Dad always make a big deal of anything having to do with her. When she got the high honor roll and all A+s, they threw her a huge party an invited their friends and their children. It was a whole, our daughters are so smart, but the focus was on her. She ended up hiding in the closet to avoid it. She was just that type of person. She doesn't really like too much attention. Pity, she seemed born to attract it. But don't get me wrong, Lily isn't a weak person, actually the opposite, she has just as bad a temper as Petunia and I do and is very quick to speak her mind, she just doesn't like to be at the center of it all.
I'm the opposite, I love attention, guess it's the littlest sisters privilege. Mum and Dad always seem reluctant to see me. They're always like, "Why can't you be more like Lily or Petunia?" The only way they know I'm here is if I get in trouble. Kind of sucks, just because I'm not a genius like Lily, or a socialite like Petunia. I can sing though. Lily tells me I'm really good and I an act too. Lily can only carry simple tunes and when Petunia sings dogs howl.
I love Lily, I really do, but sometimes, I don't know.
Who am I? Am I really here? And why? Does anyone else know? Or even question these things? Why do people have to view me like property? Like a prize? Why? Lily, not ordinary, not unusual, just Lily. Just plain Lily. Who am I? Why do people have to make such a big deal? I'm nothing special, Rose is the one who is. Have you ever heard her sing? It's amazing, but no one ever notices. Poor girl. I'm scared for her sometimes. She does anything she can to get noticed, but it's never enough. Sometimes, I'm just scared that she'll do something really stupid.
Petunia, doesn't she see that I want to love her? That I want to be her sister? That I want to be there for her and I want to be able to cry on her shoulder? Petunia has always been distant, I wonder why?
Why does everyone care about me? I don't want everyone to see me, I don't want everyone to look at me like I'm an object, I just want to be finally able to be me, Lily, just plain nothing special Lily.
