You want to know what I hate? I hate being compared to my know it all sister. All I ever hear is, oh why can't you be as smart as your sister, why can't you be such a hard worker like your sister. This and that.
Nothing I do is ever good enough. My sister is perfect in everyone's eyes. I'm the messed up child that has no life ahead of her. The one who has no talent and is terrible at everything.
I can do so much more then her if someone would at least give me the chance. If they would stop comparing me to her in every little thing I do. If only the would stop and look at everything I have done they could be proud.
I was doing so well at my job and at the uni but no one else seemed to notice this. They were all too busy going on and on how perfect Gaby is.
Gaby Hamilton the perfect woman to everyone. The perfect daughter, niece, and girlfriend. Blah blah blah I'm tired of it all. They even ask me why I cant have a boyfriend as perfect as her beloved Zayn Malik. Ugh I cant stand him, he is so ignorant. He is such a self centered snob.
Then there's me Jade Hamilton. The failure according to others. The lazy, useless, ungrateful, bitch, and so much more. I don't take to heart what they say about me though.
I know I am better then that. One day they will all regret treating me the way they do. One day my sister will be compared to me. They will wish she was more like me.
I took my car and headed to work. While I was walking towards my desk everyone there discretely looked my way. Well at least they tried to be discrete about it.
As soon as I sat down the phone rang. My boss wanted me in the office right away. I rushed over there with a million thoughts rushing through my head.
"Jade you have been a great addition to my company" he began. Yes! I'm getting promoted! Well I think I am. " I am sorry to inform that we have to let you go. You are not working to our standards anymore."
My whole world just came crashing before me. I needed this job more then anything right now. That's the only way I get money to pay for my studies. I would have to drop out which is not an option for me.
With the little bit of dignity that I have left I go to my desk and pack my things. I walk out without giving anyone a single word of glance.
As soon as I was in my car I broke down. I had the worse of luck. First my boyfriend leaves me for some wannabe model and now I lose my job. I need to find another job.
I head home to change and head out to go job hunting. On my way home my phone rings and I make the accident of not looking at the caller I.D before answering. It was Gaby.
"Oh favorite sister I need your help please. Can you come over quickly?" she asks.
"Of course sister dear. I'll be right over" I say trying to not to sound displeased or sarcastic with her.
I park my car in her drive way and see that Zayn's car is there. I groan not wanting to see him. I've never not wanted to see someone as much as him. He's not hideous or anything of the sort but I just cant stand his cocky attitude and his know it all girlfriend makes me not like him even more.
To my distaste he is the one that opens the door for me. He rolls his eyes when he sees its me and walks away. I push past him making sure I step on him or something to inflict pain on him.
"Do you think I look fat in this dress?" Gaby asks posing in a dress that is 2 sizes too small on her.
"Gabs, I bet the dress isn't even your size. Get the right size and it will look great on you like everything else does."
"Aww thanks Jade you're the sweetest." she says hugging me. Ugh I feel like I'm going to vomit. She needs to let go of me now.
"Jade you're looking a bit pudgy on the sides" Zayn says appearing out of no where poking my side.
Oh hell no he did not just call me fat. Now do you see why I cant stand him? He is an ass. He's rude inconsiderate and so many more things.
I slowly rub my temples trying to calm myself down before I murder him for his existence on this planet.
He is the reason I hate boy bands as much as I do. He gives them a bad name.
I feel bad for the other four that have to deal with him.