"Rhodey! Hurry up; you're going to be late for school!"
"I'm coming!"
She came running down the stares as quickly as she could. When her mother started yelling, she knew that it was really time to start moving. Rhodey made her way to the vehicle, her brother already in the truck. Rhodey was eight years old. She was short, skinny, her hair dirty blonde, and her eyes as blue as the ocean.
"What is it that always takes you so long?" her mother asked
"It's nothing" she replied
"I'll tell you what it is" her brother began, "she takes so long because she can't figure out which one of her stupid toys she wants to cram into her backpack to take to school"
"They're not stupid!" she yelled
"Oh, sorry, you're right. Their just pathetic!" he yelled back "and you're a geek."
"Mom!"
"Rhodey, quiet down! Ryan, quit pestering your sister and shut up!" she yelled. Their mother was clearly annoyed, as usual.
They all sat in silence as their mother, Joan, drove them to school. Rhodey sat in the back, clutching her toy that she had quietly pulled out. Her family was not exactly like the others she had seen at school. A lot of times she wished she had been born into a different family. Truth be told, she knew a secret that her mother didn't know she had discovered. In reality, her parents hadn't planned on having a second child, no. They had only wanted one child, which was her brother, but her mother had somehow gotten pregnant with her. So the reality of it all was that she had been a mistake. She was never supposed to have been born, yet she had.
A tear ran down her cheek as she remembered the day she read the small little book she had found beneath her parents bed in a box. She had been curious. Something inside her had said not to open it because it belonged to her mom, but also because there was something in there that she would regret reading.
After she had read the diary, she was able to realize why she was treated so differently by her parents. Her mother never really showed her and always seemed to be angry at her. Her father never spoke to her, not even hello or goodbye. Did they really hate her that much?
Her mother stopped in front of Ryan's school. She told him goodbye and kissed him on the forehead, then he stepped out of the truck and walked to class. They arrived at Rhodey's school a while later. She had put her little toy back into her bag. Once they stopped in front of the school, she opened the door and stepped out.
Her mother had watched as Rhodey got out of the car, but didn't bother to say goodbye. As soon as her daughter was out of the car and the door closed she drove off.
Rhodey just watched as her mother drove off. She turned her head down and began walking to class. She sighed. She couldn't stand it. She wished she could just run away and just forget about everything, but she couldn't. There would be no where to go, no one would want to take her in, and she would more than likely get killed out on the streets. For a moment she considered that it wouldn't be so bad to die, just let everything fade away. But then she just shook her head.
It's hard, yeah, but I just have to stay strong. I can't give up, she thought to herself, maybe someday something will happen that will turn my life around, something that will make it worth living. Maybe. Just maybe.
