"Mom! Mom!" My twin brother Soda called out with his back pack and lunch box in hand with a white piece of paper, I followed him excitedly. Pony was sitting at the dining table eating a snack.
"Look at what I got on my report card! All A's!" Soda cheered as he handed mom his paper. I was so exited to show her mine, but as soon as I went to speak, Darry walked through the door and slammed it. All attention was drawn to him and I was left with a sad expression in the kitchen.
"Honey, can you put sodas report card on the fridge?" Dad called out as he took Darry to his room, Soda followed close behind them.
"Mom! Look at mine!" I jumped up and down as she walked to the kitchen. She put sodas on the fridge, she walked passed me. My face dropped and my arms fell to my sides.
"In a second, Y/n." My mom walked to Darry's room. Leaving me, a small eight year old little girl feeling ignored and alone.
I slumped to my room and through my backpack on the ground. I decided to lay down and take a nap, but when I woke up, I was much older.
I walked into my living room to see my family watching tv on the couch. I sat down next to Soda and my mom started freaking out.
"Mom?" Everyone gathered away from me, huddling as my dad stood in front protecting everyone, from me?
"Who are you?!" My mom cried out hugging my brothers. I was scared, my mom was asking who I was.
"Mom?" I quivered. The next thing I know my father was calling the cops, saying that I was breaking entry.
I was put in handcuffs and then a car door slammed. I was looking out the window with tears streaming down my face. My hands were cuffed behind my back, and the red and blue flashing lights went on somewhat of a melody with the loud sirens in the background.
I watched as my home became smaller. We were driving down a bridge when the loud sound of a horn went off. We were pushed off the bridge into the water beneath it.
Just before we hit the water,
I woke up to the sound of what I'm assuming was the gang in the living room goofing off and having a blast. I'd slept in a little over nine o'clock, which means I was late to start the day.
I got dressed and headed to the kitchen, I'd decided I was hungry that morning. I don't normally eat breakfast, and if I did it was something small like an apple.
I walked into the kitchen able to sneak past the gang and their shenanigans. I walked out with an apple in hand.
"Y/n?" I heard a familiar voice call out. It was my eldest brother Darry. I'd grown a large disliking for my brothers, and no one knew why.
"Hey why doesn't she ever talk?" The one they called Two-bit questioned, I think his name was Kenneth or maybe it was Keith. No, it was definitely Keith.
My brothers shrugged and I looked down at Two-bit with a disgusted facial expression. He looked back up at me and laughed. He stood up and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.
I picked his arm up and let it fall from my body. I rolled my eyes and continued walking to my room. I finished my apple and walked back out to the living room.
They were still here, I let out an airy exhale and walked back to the kitchen to throw away my trash. As I was walking to my room, I collided paths with my twin brother. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer. I glared at him as the gang laughed about how much we looked like each other.
I pushed Soda off of me and stormed off to my room. I listened as the boys laughed in the room next to me.
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The next day, I was doing my hair when I heard my youngest brother scream. I didn't care that much, but I still wanted to be nosey. I walked outside to see the gang chasing off a bunch of socs and Pony on the round with Darry hovering over him. Another one of the gang member, who was named Johnny hid behind a bush. Why? I have no idea, and frankly, I didn't care.
Once my brothers were back inside, no one followed them, so im thinking everyone had went home, thank god. I walked from the kitchen to my room but was stopped by Darry.
"Y/n, did you hear Pony shouting?" He asked me placing a hand on my arm. I looked down at his hand grasping at my upper arm, I quickly jerked away and nodded.
"So do you just not care?" He asked me with an attitude. I shrugged my shoulder and continued walking to my room.
I sat down on my bed and picked my book back up. It was one of my favorite books. I was reading when i heard a knock on my door. I sighed looked up. When I saw it was Darry, I shook my head no and pointed in the opposite direction, my gestures meant he needed to leave.
He walked in anyways, I took a deep breath before throwing my book at him as hard as I could. He ducked behind the door, causing the book to hit the door and fall to the floor. He opened it and I grunted and placed my head in my hands.
"Why do you hate us?" He sat at the end of my bed, I looked up at him with anger in my eyes. I let my hand fall to my sides, I stood up and walked out of my room.
I walked to the kitchen, Soda and Pony were in there. I grunted again and walked to the living room. I opened the front door and slammed it as I walked out.
"Y/n!" Darry called from the porch as I got into my car. He sighed and walked back inside.
"What was all of that about?" Soda asked as he was followed by ping walking back to the living room.
"She won't talk, so I don't know." Darry plopped down on the couch. Soda sat next to him as Pony sat on the floor.
"Well Darry, she hasn't spoken in years, I doubt Pony even remembers what she sounds like." Soda gestured to Pony, Pony shook his head.
I screamed at I banged my hands on my steering wheel. I let my head fall onto the top of the wheel and started crying. I was full on sobbing. I screamed once again.
I gathered myself back together and opened my car door. I hopped out and shut the door, I walked back to the porch and opened the door. All eyes fell on me as I walked back to my room.
I plopped onto my bed and started crying.
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The next day, I watched as Pony left with Johnny and everyone's favorite, Dally. Soda and Steve left as well, they said something about going to game. I didn't hate Steve as much as the others, or Johnny. They didn't bother me that much.
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It was two in the morning, and Pony still hadn't come home. I didn't care, but I wanted to see this unfold. I was leaning against the hallway entrance frame as Pony slowly walked through the door.
