Red to Blue

Chapter one: The Wedding

Chapter one: Wedding

As everyone dressed in suits and dresses slowly rose from their pews, me and my sister's friends rose from our seats and stood facing the crowd. I lifted my lowered head and stared at the podium next to me barely being seen through my sister's friend Wanda's hive of dyed blonde hair cluttered onto her unusually small head. She was all teeth and fake tears, but to tell you the truth I was avoiding my sister's gaze of happiness anyway.

With this fake smile painted on my face in pink lipstick,I forced in tears that threatened to be released, but not for the same reason as everyone else was sniffling and blubbering into hankercheifs all I wanted to do was run up to my sister and beg her back. Yes this is a wedding not a funeral but i just couldn't help the similar feeling it gave me... You ask why? Well the answer behind this is that in this church at this very moment; this wedding marked my end. I'm not being dramatic and I don't mean the end of my life but instead the end of a life once known, because this was the wedding of my elder and only sister, Mary. The last piece of my once happy family.

Just one year ago Mary met Justin at the supermarket one day while i had my back turned. She bumped into him, he bumped into her, they smiled at each other and that pretty much settled their relationship, since my sister was into the "Love at first sight" thing. I thought it wouldn't last a week but, here she was getting married just a year later. There goes the remainder of my family... and the promise.

Though I really didn't blame her. After all when mom died my sister immediately took me in, embraced me and raised me until she was now more like a mother than my actual sister.

But now that she was married. Where was I in that picture?

I knew the idea of staying there was already out. I kind of guessed Justin wouldn't want me there even if he didn't voice it out. A fifteen year old sister in-law wasn't allowed when you were planning to make a family. Plus I really didn't want to intrude as an unwanted guest when that was happening.

But the question still remained...Where would I go?

I looked over at our Aunt Mercy who sat across from me during the whole service. I watched as the tears slowly dripped down her thin face and her "smile", widen as someone in one of the pews next to her yelled out a joke to the bride and groom. She then spotted me and shook her head with that worthless smile still plastered, as if to say "It's okay" before turning, robotically back to the front.

I already knew Aunt Mercy wanted to take me. She always has.

Once mom passed away Aunt Mercy was the first to ask for permission as guardian of me. But, my sister had already beaten her to the punch a week earlier. She wasn't the only one who wanted me , but just because of that Aunt Mercy hasn't liked her since. But here she was crying her heart out and smiling like everything was just milk and cookies between them. I knew that once my sister walked out those church doors, that forever existing frown would return. Then she would look at me or catch me looking at her, and burst into a smile so fake it peeled the paint off the walls in strips."Liar! Jealous witch!" I felt the words crawl up my throat but I just swallowed it and inhaled a much needed breath before then exhaling and closing my eyes.

I finally glanced toward my sister in her fitted white strapless wedding dress that had a jeweled bodice around the waist and a crystal tiara nestled into the lace of her veil. She thought at first that it was a little too much but me and her five friends from college convinced her not to be so modest and to enjoy it because she was the princess of the day and she really did look like a princess. Though she was always the prettiest out of us both. Her light brown hair and green eyes set off by her tanned skin especially showed how we weren't exactly sisters either. She was born; I was adopted. That was the moral rule in my mind. But, yet people in our family like Aunt Mercy still liked me more than her. When they saw me, a smile would immediately mark their faces. But when they saw Mary, There was nothing but disappointment and shame. I wonder why that was?