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Agnes

I'm turn fourteen tomorrow, how exciting.

I dread birthdays. Before my parents got back together, my dad and I would go spend the day on islands my mother rented homes on. But, for the past five years things have been different. Emotionally, mentally, and of course physically.

For starters, my mother let my father move in. There is nothing wrong with that, at all, I was extremely excited for it. But then, my mother invited his kids and his sister. My half siblings and my aunt. But they feel far from it.

I thought having a sister, I've seen that having a sister, is someone who you can talk to and go to when times are rough. But she either never listens to me or completely dismisses me. Sometimes she could be cruel, sometimes she could be mean but no too dramatic. My aparent brother? I have no relation with him once so ever. I don't even remember the last time we spoke words to each other. And my aunt? She hates my mother. So, I'd definitely never feel comfortabel talking to her.

My mother obviously knows about the hatred Devin has for her but I've went against telling her about the siblings I dn't consider siblings.

But, I'm not completely alone. I have one friend, her names Trill.

I'm not so comfortable with talking about all my problems to Trill, to anyone really, so the things I tell her are limited. Same with my parents, I'm just afraid to open up. It's actually a lot of things I'm afraid to do.

"Aggy," I heard my mom cheer as she came through my room door. "Someones about to be a big girl in a few hours. She excited?"

I rolled my eyes, laughing at the little dance she did everytime she walked into my room whe she wants to annoy me. "Yes, mom," I laughed a little more. "I believe her name is Agnes and she's turning fourteen."

"Fourteen," she said with amazement. "I cannot believe that the child I thought I would never have is turning fourteen. Soon you'll be kicking me out your room because you want to tallk to some snot nosed boy," she laughed.

But that was just it, I don't know if boys are who I'd be staying up with. You see, my sexuality is one of the things I neglect bringing up in personal conversations. To my mom, my dad, Tilly. My mom just gets excited when she see's me texting or when she see's a cute boy at my school, or when I have a boy science partner. She always ask if I'm interested or do I know that cute boy that just walked past. As for my dad, he always threatened he'd do something mean if a boy tried soemthing. Something tells me he wouldn't be comfortable with the fact.

"Or shit, when you or if you get a boyfriend," she started to cry a bit. "You just seem so mature." I whiped the tear off her cheek. "Ohh," she cried. "My greatest fear is loosing you or you turning out like me. Rejected by some boy then turning into some slut who got herself pregnant at seventeen."

"Mom," I started crying a little. "You aren't a slut."

She scoffed. "Yeah well," she shrugged. "You're different than me, mature. Someone who growing up, I wish I'd look up too. Yet you're only thirteen," she smiled through her tears. "So mature."

I laughed at her a bit. "I know, mom. I'm mature," I smiled at her.

Her mother laughed. "I get drunk when I'm emotional."

"Yeah," I laughed.

"Now," she took a deep breath in. "What do you want to do? In the past years you've been going out withyour father and then me and your father and then the whole family. How about a party?"

Wasn't like the family events were too happy. For me atleast. I knew they hated me.

"And invite who?" I laughed. "I only have but one friend."

"Please," she scoffed. "You just started high school at the most raving high schools in california. You don't need friends to throw a party. Just an address, a picture of this huge mansion, drinks, snacks and a parent free tagliine. Obviously I'd go, disguised, but your old ass father wouldn't be for it."

"Let me guess, he's grading papers?"

"Did that on our honeymoon. right now He's making a mid winter test or something," she sighed. "Isn't like it snows here."

I laughed. "Well I don't know," I shrugged. "I'll think about it."

"Ohh," she jumped up with excitement. "Please do!"

"Okay," I smiled.

She left the room jumping for joy.

How was I supposed to tell her I didn't want a party when she's this excited?