Family Friends (Kleinsen One-Shots)

3. Zoe's POV

CHAPTER 3

Zoe Murphy. Seemingly the perfect child. Behaved, polite, but that was mostly an exaggeration. Compared to her brother, Connor, she seemed like an angel. Anyone would. She scoffed as she tied up her bark brown hair, hating that she would always be "Zoe, Conner's little sister."

She hated that she would be in his shadow. She wanted to be her own, even if it meant she'd rebel. She didn't care at this point. She was sick and tired of her parents and their dismissiveness. "Oh, Zoe? She's responsible. She'll be fine." Frustrated, she squeezed her hands into fists. Repeating the motion, she took deep breaths and sighed.

'I guess it could be seen as a good thing, but they never let me do anything.' She groaned internally, taking her case out from her brown bag. She also sipped on her water, a tingling sensation running down her body as she swallowed.

Zoe pushed back some of her hair that had fallen out of the ponytail, glancing at herself in her mirror. She was quite tall, though not compared to her peers. 'Maybe if I stopped using words like 'peer' I wouldn't be such a goody-goody.' She let out an angry puff of air, choosing a pencil from her case.

She sat down at the edge of her bed, which she had already made in the morning. Her blue sheets rumpled as her weight shifted, grabbing the blue and pink journal she had since she was five.

Beginning to write, she recounted the events of the day. First period, she was drawing on her clothes again and forgot her pencil. 'Oh! I asked that dude, uh— the blonde dude. He was nice, and he has this weird little charm to him.'

"Evan!" She exclaimed, jotting down his name in a list of people. 'It would be interesting to talk to him, I'll try tomorrow.' She realized she was holding his pencil, then smiled happily. She closed her journal, sliding it back into its spot on her nightstand.

Pushing her backpack to the corner, she noticed a paper tucked into one of the pockets. She pulled it out, spreading it across her desk. 'Ah, Hudson's party.' She decided to go, there was nothing else to do. She could see her friends there.

Her mind slowly wandered, recalling that she hadn't finished writing in her journal. She took it out, hastily scribbling down the rest of the day's events. As she flipped back through the pages, she traced Evan's name with her finger. 'I wonder what tomorrow will bring.'