~Blake Turner POV~
I was heading to my next class like usual. The hallway filled with students hurrying to get to their next class. I never had a bad high school experience like one's in movies. I'd say I'm more invisible. I never got bullied, I was never popular and I never had friends. Not that I did not want any friends but no one ever came up to me. Which is sad since I never had people to hang out with. My life is so basic and boring even a five year old has a better social life than me. As I sat in the back seat near the window, I felt someone tap my shoulder and I looked at the direction of who that person could be. A girl with curly ginger hair and green eyes smiled brightly at me. Confusion consumed my face as I couldn't understand what she could possibly want from me. I've seen her from time to time in class and during lunch break, but her and I never had a conversation nor did we ever greet each other.
"Hi there! I'm Caryl and I was wandering if you would like to go to the club with me on Friday , since everyone in the senior grade would be there! " she said in a excited tone. She's definitely a bubble of energy.
I blinked thrice, I mean surely she is not speaking to me. Firstly I'm never invited to anything and secondly clubs is not my favorite place to be, but then again it is my last year and I have nothing better to do. And it's the first time someone invited me to go somewhere.
With a smile I responded" Sure I would love to go to the club with you. "
She clapped her hand and gave me the details of which club we would be going to.
Classes go by quickly and soon I'm walking home. It's a hot day yet I'm in a sweatpants and a oversized shirt with black converse. Sometimes I wish my parents bought me a car so I could drive from school back home, but knowing my parents they wouldn't. Being the last is such a difficult thing. You would think being the last born, I would be treated like a princess and get everything I desired unfortunately I am not treated that way.
I have two older twin sibling. Ryan and Hayley are four years older then me and they are in college. Ryan is studying to become a engineer and Hayley well she is studying to become a fashion designer. Although becoming a model has always been her dream. I make it home and I dropped my bag in my room and began to clean the house. I'm the only one at home who does all the chores. In simpler terms I'm the maid. My siblings hardly lift a finger to do anything, basically they are living a life where everything is handed to them on a silver platter.
Some thursdays the twins would stay over at the house to spend time with our parents. Knowing they are coming home and my parents would be overjoyed to see them, I had to start making dinner for them.
Before making dinner I went upstairs to my room which isn't necessarily a real room it used to be a storage space but then became my room. In my room there's only a mattress which I sleep on with a blanket and a broken cupboard that used to be my sister's till my parents bought her a new one. It does get uncomfortable sometimes. I went to the bathroom to next door to my room and took a quick cold shower. Everyone in the house has a bathroom connected to there bedroom besides me.
The bathroom I use isn't in the greatest condition . The bathroom itself doesn't have warm water, so every day I bath with cold water. In winter that's when it effects me the most. I took a quick shower and got dressed into my sweat pants and and oversized long sleeved shirt.
My parents never bought new clothes for me , all the clothes I have were clothes that my sister or brother used to wear some were in good condition and some had wholes in them but I never complained knowing that my parents would have scold me out for being ungrateful. Even if I asked for new clothes they would lie to my face and tell me they have no money. My parents aren't extremely rich but they do earn alot of money. They live a comfortable life where money isn't a issue.
If it were my siblings asking for something new, my parents would buy them what they wanted in a heart beat. I've come to accept the fact that they honestly don't want to spend a dime on me but at least they could tell me straight up they don't want to buy the items I ask for then to lie to my face . I hardly ask for anything in anyways. I have learned to be content with what I have.
After I was done changing I headed downstairs to start on dinner. I made ribs with a veggie salad and rice. When I turned the age of eight my mom decided its best I learned how to cook, so when ever she or my sibling came home there would be food ready for them.
My mom never teached me how to cook, I had to figure it on my own, of course I burnt and cut myself while learning. One time I burnt the pot and both my parents gave me an ass whooping. In my opinion that was unfair, I mean who in their right minds would let a child cook under no supervision.
I heard the door being opened and I looked up and I saw my siblings coming in. I rushed to the door and went to go greet them
"Welcome back home big brother and sister hope you guys had a safe trip. " I greeted then with a big and warm inviting smile.
They looked up from there phones and just gave me a cold stare and went back to looking down at their phones , they never responded. My smile fultered and turned into a frown. I took there bags and went upstairs to put them in there rooms. I don't know why I never learn my lesson of course they would never greet me. They never speak to me they only do when they are looking for something or when they feel like making fun of me. I never had a close relationship with each one of my family members.
I do get jealous of the way my parents and brother are protective over my sister. She has a great relationship with both my parents and brother. She is spoiled and gets what she wants when ever she wants it.
I do wish I too had a relationship with my brother. In high school back when they were in senior year and I was in junior yearI would watch my brother drop my sister of at her class. He would always be around her during lunch time. It hurt a lot especially when you are craving and wanting such a relationship with your brother but never seemed to get it.
Even when I pass them in the hall way I would smile at them and all they would do is look passed me as if I was invisible and a nobody. When I was younger my parents never took me to school not even on my first day of first grade. I would watch with teary eyes, parents holding the children's hand and taking them to class. My parents never had time for me, my mom would make my sibling lunch for them and she would drive them to school while I had to walk.
When I came back from school I would see both my sibling eating food in the kitchen while my dad asked them how their day was. I would cry every night wishing they would care about me too. I just couldn't understand why I wasn't loved.
Both my siblings were blessed with amazing features. Ryan was tall and light skinned. He was well built since he plays football. He had curly black hair with dark brown eyes.
Hayley was similar to Ryan. She too was tall for a girl, she too is light skinned and has beautiful brown curly hair. She has dark brown eyes and a body of a model. She's a cheerleader.
Unlike my siblings I was in no way similar to them unlike them I wasn't really tall I was 5'3 and had a curvy body that I often hide. I wasn't light skinned, I was dark skinned and had light brown eyes with long curly hair that I often put into a bun.
My parents two were light skinned and shared similar features to my siblings. Sometimes I would often wish I was light skinned like them so I would fit into the family.
I made my way downstairs to start setting the table for my family knowing my parents will be home shortly. Soon I heard the door being opened. I looked up and saw my parents coming in . I made my way to them and I greatted them with a smile but they ignored me like usual. They then looked behind me and saw my siblings sitting in the lounge and I watch as there eyes light up and the pushed past me and went to go and great my siblings with big smiles on there faces
I wanted to cry seeing how they held so much love for my siblings but they don't show any emotions towards me but hatred , which broke my heart. Quickly averting my gaze I made my way to the dining table and dished out the food for them.
"Sorry to interrupt but your food is ready." I said softly. My dad nod which was a signal for me to leave and I did. Out of everyone in my family, my dad probably was the coldest person. He hardly ever speaks to me, he mostly gives me head nods as his form of communication between us. I get bad chills every time I stare into his eyes, they the ones that scare me the most. I've never seen someone hold so much hatred in their eyes like he does. Yeah it hurts bad but what hurts the most is when I watch him look at Hayley or Ryan and his eyes change and they becomes so soft and loving. Like my mom and siblings are his world. Everyday I crave for that kind of love and I know it's something I probably will never get.
I made my way upstairs and I sat on top of the stairs listening to my family's conversation with one another.
A tear rolled down my face listening to how happy they were without me. Growing up my parents never allowed me to sit with them at the dining table or anywhere at that. One time I set with them on the table and they all looked at me with so much hate and my dad yelled at me to get up from my sit and go to my room.
Since that day I never tried to sit with them. I was scared out of my mind. I'm grateful I'm not abused but sometimes the way my family looks at me, I do get scared, fearing that one day they all will have enough if me and beat me up.
I listen to how my brother was talking happily about his football season and how my dad was praising him and saying his proud of him. I listened to how my sister talked about her new cheerleading routine since she is the captain, my mom was praising my sister on what a good job she was doing.
Soon tears rolled down my face uncontrollably and I went up to my room and sat on my mattress looking at the wall in front of me, thinking of how truly sad and miserable my life is.
They soon got done eating and I headed downstairs to clean up and done the dishes. After done cleaning up I then dished some food for my self and I ate and done my dishes . I headed upstairs and went to sleep.
