Lizzie POV
It was Monday, and for the first time in my life, I was glad it was a school day. I just wanted to get out of the house, away from Isabella and my mom and from everybody. And the bad was that I didn't have a boyfriend's shoulder to cry on anymore. After what had happened on the weekend, I knew that from then on, I wasn't going to get another boyfriend again. Otherwise, Isabella would probably come along and steal him too.
I had told Miranda and Gordo to meet me at school earlier today so I could talk to them. As I arrived, they were there already and I couldn't have been happier to see them.
"Hey Lizzie. What did you wanna tell us that was so urgent?" Miranda asked, seeming a little annoyed. "And where's Isabella?"
"I dunno... probably making out with Ben." I told them.
"What?" Gordo said as his head jerked up. "Isn't Ben your boyfriend?"
"He use to be my boyfriend until someone took him from me!" I said with my voice rising. Miranda asked me what was on about and I told them everything. After I was done, there bottom lips were practically touching the ground.
"But she can't do that to you! She has no right!" Miranda said.
"Try telling that to her! She's like, the queen of the house now! She bosses me around and gets away with it, she gets everything she wants and she's my moms favourite now. My mom doesn't even pay attention to me now!"
"What about your Dad?" Gordo asked.
"He loves Isabella too, but not as much. At least he notices me when I come into the room!" I said.
"So having a friend as your sister isn't so good after all huh?" Miranda asked.
"No! It's the worse! I mean, I never thought it would be this bad! Maybe it's my fault; I've made her such a snob. I've given her everything she's ever wanted cos I felt sorry for her about her mom and dad. Now I really regret it."
When I got home that day, I was surprised to find that the house was silent, and my mom was busy baking some cookies. Normally, Isabella would be home before me, and she would be chatting away with my mom. But then I figured that she must've been hanging out with Ben and thinking about it made me angry.
"Hi Lizzie, how was school?" My mom asked me. I looked up at her and thought she hadn't even seen me.
"Oh, it was okay I guess. Where's Isabella?"
"She's out with her new boyfriend. I forget what his name was; she told me when I was talking on the phone." She said.
"If you wanted to know, his name is Ben." I said dully as I dumped my bag on the floor.
"Oh really? The same name as your boyfriend! What a coincidence!" She seemed surprised by it.
"Um...no mom. That's the same guy... Isabella kinda...took him off me." I said to her.
"Really? Oh I'm so sorry sweetie. Please, just bare with her. She's just trying her best to move on, you know what I mean."
"But it's so unfair mom! She always gets her way and she always gets what she wants. I think she's totally moved on, she just pretends she hasn't so people will feel sorry for her and she'll get her way. It's true!" I insisted.
"What are you talking about Lizzie? I can't even believe you would say something like that about your sister! And maybe it was a good thing that Isabella has Ben. You've been spending too much time with him and haven't had enough time to do your homework or your chores!"
"B-but that's not fair! So she can get a boyfriend and I can't now?!? And you think that it's okay for her to steal Ben?" I shouted.
"No! I never said that! It's just-"
Before she could finish, I stormed upstairs and locked myself in my incredibly small, new room. It was still very messy as there were bits and pieces of my old assignments and school work. And there were also piles and piles of my dad's work documents. I flopped on my bed, which practically took up the whole room, and sulked. Just as I felt like I was going to burst into tears, someone came into the room. I looked up and it was Matt.
"What the hell are you doing in here?" He asked me.
"Haven't you heard? It's my new room, dork!" I replied angrily. I didn't know why I was letting my anger out on Matt, he hadn't done anything wrong.
"Ha! You have to sleep in the study!" He chuckled. I was about to yell back at him, but I was too miserable. I just buried my face in my hands and tried to hide my tears.
"Uh, Lizzie what's wrong?" He asked.
"Ever since Isabella became my sister, well our sister, she's made my life hell! I guess I was too busy trying to make her fit in, that I let her take over my life. Now I've made her into a complete bitch!"
Matt stared at me for a while and then came and sat next to me. "
"I know." He finally said. I looked up and smiled at him. It was the first time in years that we had actually agreed with each other. "Recently, mom and dad never seem to notice me anymore. It's like I'm invisible." He said to me. I agreed with him too. We spent a while talking to each other, and it seemed like I was the closest to him out of everyone in our family.
Later that night after dinner, Isabella finally came home while I was watching TV.
"Hey Isabella!" Mom said as she gave her a huge hug. "I was beginning to get worried, it's very late."
"Hi, Mom. I'm sorry, but Ben insisted to take me to his favourite café. And there were so many choice's of ice-cream, that it took me ages to decide! But I had so much fun!" Isabella said. I rolled my eyes.
"Well I'm glad. Make sure you come home on earlier next time."
"Okay, I will." Isabella said innocently. "Oh, before I forget. Can I go to a party at Ben's place this Saturday? Everyone is invited! Including his cousins and people from other schools! Can I go, please? I promise I'll come home on time."
Without hesitating, my mom said okay.
"But when I asked you if I could go to a party, you said no! And it was only the class that was invited!" I said angrily.
"But you had already been to 2 parties that week! Besides, remember what happened when you went to that huge party with Isabel? And we should let Isabella go to at least one big party." My mom said honestly.
"But at those parties, they always have heaps of drugs and drinking and smoking. Also, people go around spiking your drink! It's really dangerous, maybe it's a bad idea for Isabella to go." I said. My plan was to persuade my mom to not let Isabella go to that party. Then Isabella would be really angry at me, and she would know how it felt to be in my position. My mom stared for a moment and didn't know what to say. Isabella shot me an angry look and I smiled at her, thinking that my plan was working.
"Well, I trust Isabella that she won't leave her drink lying about and that she won't accept people offering her drugs or cigarettes or alcohol." Mom said seriously. She looked at me for a while and she must have remembered what happened when I went to that party and I had no memory.
"Thanks mom. I appreciate you trust me, as I'm not as irresponsible as some!" Isabella said as she looked over at me. Then she flicked her hair and went upstairs. I glared at her and was about to follow when my mom grabbed me by my shoulder.
"How dare you be so rude! You go say sorry to her right now!" She demanded.
"What? Why? It's not like I insulted her or anything! I was just trying to warn her, and keep her safe! Maybe that's what a real sister does!" She shouted back. My mom looked like she was going to explode any minute. So I ran upstairs and walked into Isabella's room.
"What are you doing in here?" She asked me.
"More like what are you doing in here? I want my room back!" I told her angrily. She wasn't going to tell me what I could and couldn't do. But she ignored what I said.
"You nearly went too far. What were you trying to do, not let me go?" Isabella asked looking pissed off.
"That's exactly what I was trying to do! I was giving you a taste of your own medicine!" I snarled.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You're telling me that you have no idea how you've been acting lately?" I asked her. Isabella looked completely lost, or otherwise, she was a good actor.
"I don't know what the hell you on about but I think I would know how I'm acting thank you very much! And it's kinda rude trying to not make me go to that party!"
"You're calling me rude? Look who's talking!" I shouted back. Our arguing must've been pretty loud because Matt was standing in the doorway and wondering what was wrong.
"Well I wasn't the one that shoved ecstasy down my throat at the party! And I wasn't the one getting drunk and smoking! You were! So don't blame me for anything, cos I haven't done anything wrong!" She yelled. I couldn't believe my mom had told her about what happened at that party. She promised she would keep it to herself. But oh yeah, I forgot, Isabella it her favourite.
"That wasn't my fault! You know very well about the accident! At least I'm a nice person now, unlike you! You're a bitch, and a snob! First you steal my boyfriend, and then you take my room! You get everything you want!"
Isabella walked up to me and looked angrier than ever. Then she slapped me across the face. Hard. This made me shake with fury and I went to pounce on her like a wild animal when my mom came in.
"Okay girls, what in the world is going on? What's with all the yelling? You could hear it from a mile away!" Mom said.
"She started it!" Isabella said and glared at me.
"I did not! There's no way you're getting away with this one! She's the one that slapped me mom!"
"Well you deserved it!" Isabella snapped.
"I don't care who started it, I want to know what the matter is. And without yelling thank you!" My mother insisted. Isabella started telling her first, about me talking rudely to her and calling her a bitch. And then I told her about Isabella slapping me.
"Lizzie's right, it was Isabella who started it. I was here the whole time." Matt said all of a sudden. We all turned to him.
"Shut up you rat!" Isabella scowled. She sounded a lot like me about a month ago.
"Don't call my little brother a rat! You're the rat, not him!" I said. Then I swore at her.
"Lizzie!" My mom said. "That's it you're grounded for a month!"
Isabella sniggered in the background and I could feel myself shaking with fury. I knew there was no way out of this. I turned to Isabella and my mom and said, "I hate you. All of you." Then I turned on my heel and walked out, feeling a little better.