Forlot: A Girl Who Needs Her Space - Book Thirty-Two

Chapter Two

Like I said in the last chapter, I have six brothers. Six siblings who like - no, love - to mess around with me, and there is nothing that I can do to stop them. Or so I thought.

It would not be so bad having this many siblings if at least one of them was supportive of me. But no. They love singling me out of activities and treating me like a dummy. In fact, I confronted them one time.

The first time that they called me a dummy, I said, "I thought that you all were smarter than that. I figured that you all would know the difference between some dummy and a human being - like me."

I should have phrased that better because my oldest brother said, "It is good to know that our only sister knows a dummy when she sees her reflection!"

He and my other brothers laughed at his lame joke.

I could not take my idiot brothers anymore. Not only do they make lame jokes, but they do not respect me. They do not treat me like an individual. I balled both of my hands into fists. I could feel the anger building up inside me. But can you readers blame me?

"You boys ought to be grateful that you have a sister like me," I said. "And not a sister who is like you."

"Why do you say that?" my oldest brother asked. He was relaxing in a beanbag chair and reading a comic. He is addicted to comic books.

"If I was not the loving and forgiving sister that I am, I would be waging a war on you."

"As if. You are too much of a dummy to fight us. You would not last for a minute, Caramel."

They snickered. They always call me Caramel instead of Carmen because they know how much I hate it.

"I wish that you would stop calling me Caramel. I am not a topping!"

He lowered his comic. "You are right. I am sorry. We are all sorry...that you are a dummy!"

The room erupted with laughter. Except mine. I was so angry at how immature they were that I wanted to give them a piece of my mind. I wanted to kick all of them where the sun does not shine. But I am nothing like them. I was not about to stoop to their level. And I did not want to get in trouble with Mom.

"You think that you all are so funny," I said. "Making jokes about me and pulling pranks on me."

My youngest brother rolled his eyes. "You were right, William. Now I know why Mom only wanted one girl named Caramel."

I did not have to assume that my face was bright red. "Mom loves me just as much as she loves you."

"Keep telling yourself that."

For being the youngest person in the family, he sure was a pain in the behind.

"Do you not have somewhere else to be? We want to do our thing without some girl hovering over us," my oldest brother spat.

"I am not hovering over you. I am..." My voice trailed off. "You know what? Do whatever you want. At least that you cannot place the blame on me for your lame decisions."

He pointed a finger at me. "You take that back."

"How can I take it back when it is true? By the way, I learned that from Karma."

Karma is the name of my best friend. And yes, she is human. She and I have been the best of friends for as long as I can remember. We have our disagreements here and there, but we always find a way to patch up.

Karma is the same age as me, and she loves the color black. As a matter of fact, it is her favorite color, and if you saw the way that she dresses, you would agree with me. Her skin was pale, and her long, black hair was tied in a ponytail. She wore black glasses like me and a black, short-sleeved shirt with a matching skirt and matching heels. She also wore these black gloves that touched her elbows.

Think of Karma as the princess from the twenty-first century.

Mom adores Karma to the point where she treats her like her daughter. Do not get me wrong. Mom adores me too. She loves me to pieces. Her poor heart would shatter if something terrible happened to me. Karma and I are positive that she could not handle the loss.

It is just that she enjoys having another girl over. She is thrilled that I have a friend whom I can rely on.

Despite that she loves black and how she dresses, my best friend Karma is an understanding - and tough - girl. She is not about to be used by anybody. She will also fight anybody - literally - who uses me. She does not like when other people use her or her friends for their personal gain. She told me that it makes her ill just thinking about.

But you readers are not here because of my brothers or my friend or my mom. You chose this Forlot book because you want to learn about the wristwatch and the music box.

Let me start by saying that my grandparents died.

You might be wondering what my grandparents have to do with the watch and the music box. You see...the items used to belong to them. I did not know that my grandpa and my grandma had those cursed things in their house. Of course, I did not know that they were cursed until I was given them.

Why would they want me to own cursed objects? Did they not like me?

I did not receive the items until Mom read their will. I was jealous because my brothers received awesome things. Not fair!

Little did I know that my life would change forever.