The Child's Play

Prologue

It was a good Sunday morning when my mom went into labor. I, her last gem to the crown, and my dad's third eye was born. I am the youngest and the third born. You should think, "Oh your life is the easiest and you'll always be pampered ". But we tend to usually leave the fact that, All born humans don't get anything easy. Ravichandran is a nobleman from Tamilnadu who went against his family to marry Sheridan Isabelle Collymore. They're my parents.

Ravichandran and Sheridan Collymore are a lover pair. Dad owns the cafe and Mom owns Dad or rather clearly said, his heart. We have three branches around, and still, my father is compassionate about his cafes and works personally in all three shifting his schedule and working hard. We do have workers because we are not that bad off either. My mom's side of the family is considerably rich even though none of my sisters or I have seen them much, rather never seen really. Dad's side is complicated, they were against my mom and dad's marriage as a mom is not Indian if you have not seen it in her name. They are fine now after three kids that my mom provided with, They say we are the three Devis. Not the devi you think, It means the three goddesses of wisdom, wealth, and power; Saraswathi, Lakshmi, and Parvathi.

 Their firstborn, their certificate of being a good parent, and secretly their certificate of being a naive parent, Rashi Calista. She is my oldest sister with 10 years of age difference. Golden child. Good grades, a beautiful body, people pleaser, favorite to our relatives... two-faced, insecure, a tantrum thrower, degrade others just so she can seem picture perfect, bitch, and whatnot.   Rashi's features showcased both my mom's structure and my dad's tone, her characteristics, on the contrary, are absolutely unstable. 

Then we have the second sweetheart. Adhya Halsey. The forgotten? Hell, no. Perfectionist, pretty, family-oriented, witty, smart... calculative, headstrong, controlling, tempered, snitch, and whatnot. Looks like mom; acts like dad. She has brunette hair that matches my mom's, while Rashi and I have rich black hair. Adhya and Rashi have grown up with each other's comfort and annoyance but 9 years after Adhya, our little protagonist was born. 

Sasha Rheanne, Indian blood; American bod. The last, the third born, the youngest, the pampered, the adored; the used. Average grades, average body, not so social, pathetic, and a coward is who I was. Not who I am going to be.

I adored my sisters from the age I knew to love others than my mom. I was a tail to them, always behind. My vision of my parents in the early age of 5 to 9 is quite blur but I can still remember the letters and wiggly stickman sketches I made for my sisters. But I was just a kid and they were teens. Even though I am a teen, I am still a kid to them as they are adults now. 

Rashi and Adhya started college when I was in 3rd and 4th grade. Rashi went on to do her PG in California during 6th grade. Well, she kinda went to California. Due to the pandemic, she had to come back to Jersey. Due to COVID, our cafes had to close down and we were almost at a loss. There were debates about me having to discontinue in my current school but Thanks to my grandpa, my Mother's father, my sisters and I continued our stable life. But life had plans for a take just as it gave. My mother and father were fighting due to this financial dependency and my sisters as usual fought. The only thing that made the change, was me. I had to take a side and I did, making me just grow distant from all of them. So I got close to my friends.


I have two besties. Cassey Collins, my bestie since 3rd grade. She is a rich-ish kid with a good heart and quite a bad mouth. She is my protector as she likes to claim and it is true. Fight, rights, and death glares, you name it and she got it. Born in Texas for busy millionaire techies, she claimed her way around, molding herself, being goddamn in her ways. She knows everything about me including the fact that I have an alter ego that I talk to and occasionally give the reins to control me.

Rory Wellington, a Spanish Brit girl I found as a friend in grade 4th along with the Italian royalty, Treshaun Brenin Verlice. Big name, but I'd also be big-named if I had my mother's last name. Chill to think about, Sasha Rheanne Collymore, has a ring doesn't it?

Anyway, back on track. Treshaun is the third in line to the crown of Italy. He became a friend of mine in 3rd grade. His sister was already in 5th grade. She was beautiful and adored by all, seniors, juniors like me, and also the teachers. Had amazing talents and is for sure worthy of the queen title. Donatella Marianne Verlice. She was kind. Probably still is, because once she had visited my house and played with me, without judging me or getting bored of me, my sisters never played, always too busy with their adult shenanigans. I much preferred speaking with Dona than with Treshaun, as I am kind of awkward with boys.

Treshaun, Helix, Rory, and I had been a part of the figure skating club since 5th grade until COVID broke out. Treshaun and I were a pair and Helix and Rory were our rivals. I wanted to be a part of the theatre or film club but my family won't permit it and it's not our range of work as Adhya stated. Rory was a supportive shoulder I could always rely on to cry and to hold. Her introverted self made me more extroverted. You know, like how teaching something to someone will make you better at something, it's like that. She is more expressive with close friends, just like any other introvert.

Another part contributing to my life other than family and friends, Scarlett Stark. Scarlett was not only my alter ego. She was the one who shaped me along with all others in my life. She was the voice that made me realize all of the ill things people did to me. She always reports to me about my feelings and how others feel towards me. She was first an alter ego, but I slowly became her and she still never left.  I always had a good imagination skill. Everything enhanced in grade 6, I created characters of my own. I always craved the attention of my sisters, to feel belonged; that led me to make a world where I had cousins of my age and I was so gilded like a perfect Greek sculpture.  I  love her, which is like loving myself which is good. I always see things, but sometimes I don't accept it. All humans have something in them that they deny.