"I'm home!" I shouted. No reply. I guessed that they weren't home, as their car wasn't in the driveway, and they weren't usually home when I was. My mother was a successful doctor, and my father was a lawyer. I hardly ever saw my parents.
Sometimes I wondered if they loved me. Sometimes I wondered if they even wanted me, and at one point I thought about running away from home. The one thing I was good for was showing off. When I was younger, my parents would take me to fancy dinner parties, and show me off to their doctor and lawyer friends, boasting about my IQ, my grades, and my overall intelligence.
Until one day I refused to play along. I was sick of being just a trophy to them, but still I worked hard for my grades, joined teams like the Scholastic Decathlon, and studied, unlike some of the kids of my parent's friends.
I started up the stairs, dragging my body, which had become very heavy, and found myself at the entrance to my bedroom. Bending down, I grabbed my English Literature textbook, and opened it. Flopping down on my bed, I studied, a "why bother?" crossing my mind.
I was so tired though. After a few minutes, exhaustion won over studying, and I fell asleep.
"Honey?"
I jerked awake, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. I could see my mother standing over me, but I couldn't see her face. I groped for the lamp, and turned it on, sitting up.
"What's wrong?"
My mother frowned. "You're friend Sam... Hail?" "Hall." I corrected her. "Yes, you left your jacket at his house, and he dropped it off. He's downstairs." Now I was awake.
"He's downstairs?" I squeaked. Sam Hal was at my house! Pushing past my parents, I flew down the staircase, and almost ran into him. "Oh! Thanks Sam." I said smiling.
He had blue eyes.
After Sam left, I went back into my room, closing the door softly. Laying on my bed, I thought, if I had one wish, it would be for Sam to like me, to have on ounce of feeling for me. Deep down, I had a feeling that was one wish that wasn't going to be coming true anytime soon.