Faith
I go home, and I wait for my sister Bambi. She is nearly 28 now, almost as old as my step-dad. I unlock the door, and I see Jeremy, smoking a cigarette. He's 29 as well, but he's my 'father'.
My life is super complex.
I had two dads when I was born, 17 years ago. Rob and Jakob. Rob divorced my father Jakob, and then Jakob got re-married to Jeremy. I lived with Jakob and Jeremy, and my older sister, Bambi.
Bambi is my only sibling.
A few years ago, maybe two, Jakob passed away, so I live now with my step dad, Jeremy. Him and Bambi get along, and maybe that's why I don't like either of them. Bambi is the type of person everyone likes. She has long blonde hair, and she always wears the newest line of clothing. 'Faschic' where every article of clothing is like 100 dollars - at least. She re-dyes her hair almost every week. First, the tips were neon pink, then her whole head, then it progressively became worse. She loves to destroy and hide her red hair.
I have to hand it to Jeremy. For a guy, he is attractive. He has blonde hair, and blue eyes. He is fit and muscular, but, he's the biggest douche in the world. He is stuck up, and was not even remotely sad when Jakob died. Neither was Rob. I'm pretty sure that they were both in it for the money.
I slowly walk in, hoping he doesn't notice me. I slowly make it into my room and sigh in relief. It was almost every-other-week that I didn't get caught. But then, it sometimes turned into a "You came home two hours late!" and I'm always saying, "No! I was home on time, just went up to my room and finished school work!"
It sucks.
Closing my door as quietly as I can, I pull my plasma-screen laptop out of my bag and video call Nickel. Sadly, she doesn't pick up, Nickel was probably busy at school with extra activities.
I don't have homework and decide to check the interwebs.
When I grow up, I want to be a film director. I want to create stories and put them into action. I know, stupid- I know, I know… Trust me, Jeremy always reminds me.
I went on Microsoft XP Writer and continue to write my scripts. Even though I make my own movies, Nickel understands and loves what I write.
That night, Jeremy headed off to bed with two packs of cigarettes in his hand and a bottle of Scotch (The older kind, like in 2015). He slams his door, which signals to me that it's alright to get up and move around. I go into the kitchen and silently open the fridge. Empty, as I suspected. I get a shower, and look in the mirror. I brush my ebony hair. The curls are coming back from when I had red hair. I dyed my hair so I could be like how I felt on the inside - nothingness. I brush my teeth, and head off to bed.
When I wake up, Bambi is in tears.
"What's wrong," I ask her, putting my arm around her.
"Jer-Jerem-" She tries to say. "Jeremy just told me that he was straight." She wailed.
"Why does that make you sad?" I ask as lovingly as possible.
"Because, I think I like him." She whines.
"Wait, so you think that you could be straight?" I ask with a probably questionable look on my face.
"Yes, I could be a breeder… I don't know. He's so hot- and our kids would be hot too!"
She cries.
And cries.
And cries.
I leave her to do what she's doing, and I head to school.
When I get to school, I look for Nickel, but she's nowhere to be found. I head up to Jon, regrettably, and ask , "Umm, have you seen Nickel?" He turns around and smiles, "Yeah, she's upstairs looking for you." I grunt.
"Of course. What is wrong with me." I roll my eyes and shove past Jon, making my way upstairs and walking directly into her. We both hold onto each other's shoulders and moan, "Oww…. What the, that hurt!" She wails.
I smirk, "Yeah, it did." Nickel shrieks.
"Oh my God! Fae!" She forgets about her throbbing head and hugs me tightly. I lose my balance and we tilt some, causing Nickel to shriek more.
"I'm so sorry for last night! I just was busy…." I knew what that meant. I shrug and shove my hand deeper into my hoodie pockets, "It's alright. Parents forcing you to do after-school activities. It's not like my dad gives a s-" Nickel jumps up and I flinch. The assistant principal and three other teachers walk by and wave at us, I wave back, glowering.
"Hey, this is an accomplishment. You didn't flip them off this time." Nickel says, sliding her hand into my black laced ones.
"Yeah… I guess." I hang my head and glower a little more until we walk off to our different classes.