Do you ever wish that you could ever get a genie, like in those old movies? Three wishes to make your life better, or even start it over. My life is a big crapmess at the moment. Yes, I know that is certainly not a word but guess what? I don't care!
I freaking hate my life. Every time I repeat those five words, it just gets even worse. My papa is a drunk that doesn't go to work and doesn't give a damn about this earth and anyone on it. My mama is an emotional wreck that is scared of my dad for some odd reason that I don't know about. She gets all skittish around him like he's real intimidating or something. They don't get a long either, so why not get a divorce?
I have two siblings, Victoria and Samuel. Victoria is a snobby eleven year old brat who is the "adored child" of the family, and who is the most liked person out of our family. My brother Sam is in a mental asylum because apparently he has some time of bipolar disorder. There is nothing wrong with him, but him being in the creepy place screws up his head. Sometimes I think I should take his place because of how mad I go sometimes.
My brother was put in that asylum because he supposedly burned down a school on purpose when he was only 14 years old. He told me himself that he was only going take a smoke during school, and when he threw the cigarette in the trash the ashes must've not fully been out. The trash burned up into flames within five minutes and started burning half of the school. The school board said he meant to try to burn up the school and everyone inside it but they have no true justification. None of us know what really happened that day because no one ever knows when Sam tells the truth. I still go talk to Sam sometimes because he's the only one that understands me.
People of my town are scared of my dysfunctional family because of my brother, saying that maybe he has pressured us to commit arson along with him. People are scared of my dad cause once he slapped my mama in public like it was no big deal. They say we are a dangerous family. All of us except Victoria.
Victoria is the golden child; straight As, head cheerleader, has a smile that could brighten someone's day. She hates being around her family and when she has to be with us she is humiliated. Hates us like we're mutants. She spends most of her weekends with my grandparents, they treat her like the daughter they never had.
Besides me hating my life I do have a hobby that I love very much. I love flowers. I could draw them, photograph them, and make things out of them for the rest of my life. When I was younger, before my family turned to the way it is now, me and my mom would go into vast fields with daisies and just lay in them for hours. Stare up at the sky and enjoy the beautiful things in life. I was full of jubilance when my mama would take me to a different field with even prettier flowers for us to pick and bring home. My whole family would sometimes go on picnics in the pretty flower fields and we would have such a good time.
My parents were once deeply in love with each other and it made them such a beautiful pair. Both of my parents were very attractive; my mom had the striking facial features of a model that everyone would turn around and look at her while we were walking through a public place. Her hair was a beautiful blonde color and to make it even better she has crystal blue eyes they could make you stare for a while. Every child of this family has the beautiful crystal blue eyes that my mama has. My dad was a whole different story; he has shiny black hair with a little curl to it that makes you just want to run your fingers through it. He has chocolatey brown eyes that make you feel all warm inside when you look at him. Both of my parents have a beautiful smile, my dad used to say that my mamas laugh was the best thing about her.
We used to all be a beautiful family. My mama once said " Clara Anne, one day you're gonna have a family of your own." I responded back to her, "Well of course I am! I want to have 10 children." My mama laughed that beautiful laugh of hers and looked at my papa with a questioning stare.
"Clara, you say you want 10 children but when you get older you are going to barely want one child." I was disappointed for the rest of the afternoon. On the car ride home from the flower fields I cried saying that I wanted 10 children. I was only 7 then.
Oh how easy life used to be. Sometimes I wish I could just go back...
