Chapter 2 - Potato Throwing Stories

"Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends. Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends." - Super Rich Kids, Frank Ocean

When the long day is finally over I'm so happy I almost skip my way home. Even though I'm considered, by basically all my teachers, a good student, I feel like school is a pain in my ass. Still, I have perfect attendance and my grades are exceptional.

That makes me the pride and joy of my parents. I know that I'm the favorite child. Not that I care what my parents think.

Truthfully, I don't even call them mom or dad anymore. I think they stopped deserving that title when they changed from one day to another.

Money changed them, and I absolutely hate that.

My family and I are from here in La Push. We lived here until I was about nine. One day my dad came home with good news. He said that he had been promoted at his job. The only problem was that it required us to move to Wyoming. I was nine so I didn't really care.

We lived in Wyoming for five years. I didn't hate it there, but I didn't exactly like it either. So I was really exited when dad announced we were coming back to La Push. His new office place was in Port Angeles, only an hour away. I figured he'd go in some days and work the rest from his office at home.

I imagined us moving back to our big house. I imagined what coming home everyday to a full house would be like. It sounded really nice, since mom and dad where always working. Usually it was only my siblings and I at home.

Mom always left my two oldest brothers, Wesley and John, in charge of us: George, Mandy, and me.

I was disappointed that things didn't change when we moved back to La Push. I was even more than disappointed when mom and dad started renting a house in Port Angeles.

"Hey!" I yell at my sister Mandy when I spot her in the parking lot. Her friends, who are mostly all guys, surround her.

That's how it's always been. Mandy always gets every guy's attention. She has tons of friends and even though her grades aren't half as good as mine, her teachers like her better than me. I hope that doesn't make me sound jealous because I'm not. I'm simply stating the obvious. I'm okay with the fact that she gets the attention and she is considered the "pretty sister" even though we can pass as twins. Truthfully, Mandy is more pleasant to be around. She is outgoing and a social butterfly, whereas I am painfully shy and cannot hold a conversation for long.

She turns to with a small smile. "Hi."

Her voice is tired. I think it's kind of odd because Mandy always has energy. I try to not overreact. Everyone is allowed to be tired but I can't shake my sketchy feelings away.

We walk for minutes, not speaking at all. Eventually I can't take it anymore. "Mandy, is something wrong? You're never this quiet."

She looks at me and takes a deep breath. "I miss them."

I immediately understand who she means by "them".

"Why?" I ask with venom in my voice. I don't even want to look at her. Or her at me. One look and she'd see all that I was feeling.

I've never been good at masking my emotions.

"You can't honestly tell me that you don't miss them too."

"As long as they're going to be status obsessed and fake, I won't miss them." I spit out confidently. And it's the truth.

"Kim," she starts. "You have to let it go. We all make-"

"No!" I yell. "She forgot my name. Tell me Mandy, how does one manage to screw up their own kid's name?"

"Don't you think overreacting? People make mistakes! You can't hold it against mom forever."

"Oh, it's more than the name thing and you know it! They're not the same anymore."

About two months ago, my parents came home for a whole weekend. When mom called to tell us I assumed they were coming to visit us, but really it was to throw a party for dad's colleagues and mom's country club friends.

When I went downstairs she called me over to meet her "best friend".

"Loraine, honey, come meet my- oops." She giggled. "I meant to say Kimberly." She laughed again and her friend soon joined her. "Sorry, Kimberly. You know I sometimes I call you that. I always wanted to name you Loraine. Such a beautiful name."

None of that is true though. Loraine isn't a beautiful name and she never wanted to name me that. I have a feeling she only said that because she's trying to kiss up to the woman, since her name is Loraine.

My next actions came out of rage. I spotted a plate on the table in front of me, and without looking picked up the contents inside the plate, and threw it at my mother.

She screamed, "My hair!"

I didn't stick around after that. I ran upstairs and locked myself in my room.

The next day my brother George informed me that I threw a potato at our mom. He high-fived me and said, "Job well done, Kimmy."

My parents and I haven't had any contact since then. Some might say I have anger management problems. I don't really care though.

"You know, lately I've been thinking of going to live with them." Mandy mumbles, effectively bringing me back to the present.

"What?" I croak out. I can't believe my ears.

"Maybe if I went to live them I could bring them back to how they were." She smiles with all the hope in the world filled in her eyes. "I could save them."

"Oh." Is all I can manage.

For a second I let myself believe like Mandy. For a tiny second I see my real mom and dad, not the status obsessed people they are turning into. It's worth doing, but I don't want to get my hopes up.

We don't speak the rest of the way home. It's very awkward.

My sister has a good heart. I liked that about her. She and I are different in that way though. Once someone wrongs me, it's hard for me to go back to how it was before. I don't forgive as easily as my sister does.

My phone starts ringing the second we reach the porch of our two-story home.

Dad designed our home himself. It was one of the biggest on the Rez. It has a small lawn with green grass and a couple of flowers. Thanks to Mandy and I, it's painted light purple. I adore our house. Even our street's name is cool: Abbey Rd.

Everyone on the Rez calls the neighborhood we live in "The Stacks". For the most part rich people live here. It gets boring at times but thankfully there is a small music club not too far. George sneaks me in sometimes.

I pull my phone out and see Wesley's name flashing on the caller id.

"Hello." I answer, taking a seat on the porch steps. Mandy goes inside but leaves the door open for me.

"Hey sis. How was your day?" Wesley greets.

I sigh and give him a half-truth. "Fine, I guess. What's up?"

"Well, I'm in Port Angeles with George right now. Do you want to know what this idiot did?"

I groan. "What did he do- wait I rather he tell me."

After two seconds I heaer my other dear brother's voice.

"Kimmy!" George yells, very loudly, into the phone.

"What did you do?"

"I skipped out on work today and went to a rave instead. I had a ride and everything, but the asswipe that brought me left me here!" He returns, annoyance clear in his voice. "I'm so pissed off!"

"How do you think I feel?" Wes says in the background. "You're paying me back the gas money, fucking idiot."

Why am I even surprised? "What kind of an example are you setting for me?" I laughed. "You know, you're never going to buy that car you want if you keep skipping work."

I can almost hear him roll his eyes over the phone.

"Whatever Kimmy. Anyway, we're still in PA, so we're going to pick up some food here. What do you guys want?"

"Chinese." I answer immediately. "You already know what we want."

"Got it. See you in a few."

"Wait!" I interrupt. "You better not eat all the fortune cookies. I'm serious!" And then I hang up.

A few seconds later, my brother John's car appears in the driveway.

"Hey honey bunches!" John greets affectionately as he gets out of his car. "How was my favorite sister's day?"

I giggle. "You better not let Manders hear you say that. She'll get jealous."

We race inside our large house. John instantly throws himself onto our plush sectional couch. I can hear Mandy rummaging for something in the kitchen. I make a mad dash to my room. I kick off my chucks and jump into my bed, throwing all the covers on me.

Jared's face is the first thing I see when I close my eyes.

I wish I could stop, but I have no control over my feelings. He invades my thoughts on a daily basis. There is nothing I can do about it.

I grab my pillow, put it over my head, and scream at the top of my lungs for two minutes straight.

"What the hell are you doing, Kim?" George yelled, bursting through my door.

My face warms. "Ass! Don't you knock?" I mumble, with the pillow still over my head. He still heard me though.

"The name's George. Don't wear it out!" He says obnoxiously and throws something at my arm. I remove the pillow from my face and find the fortune cookie he threw at me. "And for the record, I did knock. You were just too busy yelling into your pillow."

I glare at him. "Gee thanks." I say, holding up the cookie.

"Joining us for dinner?" In true George fashion he comes all the way into my room and makes himself comfortable in my spiny chair.

I nod, still glaring at him. "I'll be down in five minutes. Now get out!"

Dinnertime is usually a fun event at our house - today not so much. There is something off about the usual chill and laid-back environment.

Everyone is talking, except for Mandy and I.

I'm shoving my food around when Mandy finally puts down her fork and says, "So… I've been thinking about moving to PA with mom and dad."

All forks drop, even mine.

There is a pregnant pause.

Wesley speaks up. "Are you sure about this?"

Mandy is confident as always in her answer. "Absolutely."

"Just don't turn into one of them." George warns. It's hard to take anything he says seriously since he's stuffing his face with food. Mandy gives him a sour look. He shrugs. "Just saying."

John rolls his eyes. "When are you leaving?"

"Not any time soon. I haven't told them anything yet."

"Don't worry. I guess we understand." Wesley reassures her, smiling. "And if they piss you off, just throw a potato at them."

I slam my fist on the table. "So not funny."

George and John snicker and start mimicking me. My brothers can be real assholes sometimes.

It never seizes to amaze me how alike my brothers look. They are tall, have russet colored skin, and our mother's eyes.

"Oh my gosh! Shut up already!"

"Easy, easy." John puts his hands up in defense.

"C'mon Kimmy, stop being such a party pooper!" George adds, foolishly grinning.

"George! Stop. Calling. Me. Kimmy!"

It's hard to believe that I, the youngest, am the most mature out of everyone here.

The rest of the day I spend in my room working on homework. I finish everything and by ten o'clock I'm truly exhausted.

I go to bed but am awakened at around three in the morning by a very strange noise.

I quickly realized the noise is coming from outside. I assume it's some animal howling. Deep, pain filled howls, that sound like cries of pain... or torture. It scares me, so I close the curtains that are still open, exposing my balcony's view of the woods. Over and over, the animal howls, until it abruptly stops.

It's normal for certain animals to howl, but not to be in howling in pain. It doesn't matter what kind of animal it is. No creature deserves to be in that much pain. I can't help but feel pain for the poor creature who is suffering in the cold forest.

The pain hits me like nothing else in the world.

to be continued...

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AN: If you've read this before you might, or possibly not, notice a few tweaks in the story. I started writing this in Feb. 2010 (it's 2013 now). I was younger then and had no idea what I was writing at times. I still don't… Anyway, I was reading this the other day and noticed that this story is a hot mess! So I'm definitely changing a few things, nothing to major though. I doubt anyone is still reading this b/c my updating has slacked for like a year.

If you are still reading this fic: enjoy this "improved" version.

If you are new to this fic: HURRAY! Keep on reading my friend! Don't forget to comment :D

Chapter Playlist -

*Super Rich Kids - Frank Ocean (ft. Earl Sweatshirt)

*Jonathan Low - Vampire Weekend

*Back to Black - Wolf Gang

* Never Saw The Point - Cults