From Mystery to Romance

An Emily Chapter: At the Begining of The Movie

I've been awake for hours. But I didn't want to go downstairs to my lovey-dovey family. Yep, I have that type of family. The one who never leaves you alone and treats you like a little kid. I just want to find my meaning in life. I can't find it when my family is treating me like this. I want to be the star of the show for once. But I know I never will be.

 My life is like a movie, but I'm just the person walking in the streets and no one pays attention to them. The co-stars are my mom, my dad, my sister Julia, and my cousin Ruthy. But the star of the entire movie has got to be North. That's her name: North Sanders. My movie is supposed to be mysterious because my adopted sister North is very mysterious. 

She's not like normal 12-year-old kids. Normal kids are the kids who play around, talk a lot, gossip, get into fights, stuff like that. But not North. North doesn't like to talk to anyone. She's so stubborn. She doesn't care what's going on in the world. She's living on her own planet. She's so mysterious. Like a puzzle. Or a crime in the night, but the police can't figure who did the crime. But she's still the star of the show. 

The only problem is,  my family is making it into a comedy movie. How? Well, the way they try to understand her, is hilarious. They try to do stuff that will make her interact with us and talk to us, but really she's not enjoying anything they're doing. It's kind of funny sometimes.

Time passed and I was starving. And thirsty. And bored. But if I go downstairs the boredom won't change. Well, at least all have food and water. I went to my bathroom, took a shower, and brushed my teeth. I went downstairs, finding my mom cooking breakfast, and North reading a book. As usual.

"Good morning, Emily." My mom smiled.

"'Morning." I faked yawned. North gave me a look. North knows whenever someone is faking anything. She always gives someone that look when they're faking something.

"'Morning North." I waved at her. 

"Hey." She said, not looking up from her book. Whenever she's reading, she doesn't care about what's going on around her. She's in her own world.

I passed by North not bothering to kiss her good morning. North doesn't like it when anyone kisses her, touches her, hugs her, or strokes her hair. That just makes you get more hated by her. I decided to save the hate. I got on my phone and looked on Instagram a bit. Then, Ruthy came downstairs. 

"Good morning, everyone!" She cheered.

"Good morning." My mom and I said and the same time.

"Hey." North continued to read.

Ruthy kissed my mom on the forehead, the went over to North. Wait for it...

As Ruthy started to lean, North moved her head.

Called it.

"What? I'm just going to kiss you." Ruthy gave an encouraging smile.

"Oh, o-okay." North stuttered. Ruthy gave her a kiss then kissed me. I think I understand North more than anyone. But I don't tell anyone that. It's my little secret. 

I know when North is happy, annoyed, mad, upset. I know when she wants to do something or enjoys doing something. It's interesting sometimes. I wonder why she's so stubborn with us. Maybe it's because she knows where not her real family. She found out at a young age. When she was five. But I think before that, even when she was a baby, she knew she wasn't in the right family. Which kind of weirds me out sometimes. We're the people who raised her, watched her walk her first steps, hear her say her first words. And yet, she still treats us like dirt.

She turned her head and found me looking at her, "What?" She blurted out at me.

I shook my head, "Nothing."

Julia came downstairs told good morning to all of us(same ditching thing with North) and sat down on the couch. She and Ruthy are really close. It makes me kind of mad because Ruthy and I are just six years apart. I'm 23 and Ruthy's 29. My dad said that Julia and Ruthy are close to each other because they're close in age. But Ruthy is ten years older than Julia. Real smart, dad. I sometimes want to hang out with them and talk about stuff. But I guess it's worth not hanging out with them. There huge nerds. I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but they don't give themselves the advantage to have fun and bend the rules. I want to have something like that. That's why I spend most of my time alone. I enjoy it. Well, not really. I would still rather have a friend. I don't have one.

"North," Julia said. What is she going to do this time? "Do you want to work on the draw with me?"

"Um...maybe later," North said.

"Oh, come on, North! I want to do it together!" Julia pleaded like a little kid. Yeah, that isn't going to convince her. I thought to myself.

"Why don't you and your sister do something together North?" My mom smiled. 

I felt bad for North at this moment. Now, she has to do it because mom said so.

North huffed, "I guess."

Before my mother was going to make me do something I didn't want to, like study a bit(on a weekend) treat me like a kid, I grabbed my keys and went outside of the house.

"Where are you going?" My mom asked me.

"For a ride," I answered.

"Why don't we do something fun as a family when your sisters are done drawing?" My mom told me.

I looked at the girls and sighed, "I just want a bit of fresh air."

"Why don't we have a girl's day? All four of us girls!" Mom said.

I sighed. This happens every time I step out of the door. Believe it or not, I want to have someone to hang out with.

But it's like my family doesn't know me. They don't understand my way of living. They don't understand that the only way to have fun is to let someone do it their way. I'm always having Ruthy or mom boss me around. It makes me feel like I don't have a way of living. Someone else is living for me. 

"I-I think I'm good." My voice cracked.

"Alright, well, be safe!" My mom hollered when I walked out the door.

I went into my car and let out a huge breath. I really need to get away.

I realized the only reason I came downstairs was for food. I didn't get any. And I'm NOT going back in there. I decided to go to Starbucks. 

Wait. 

Note to self: Make sure you're not at the Starbucks Xander works at.