Avrille POV;
What even was his problem-
I think to myself as I walk back into my lab and back to my desk, bringing my fingers to the rims of the beakers filled with arrays of colors
"It's not me."
I pick up the glasses to mix them
"Is it?"
surely I'm not the 'best sister' but I'm not that bad... I look at the purple mixing in the small glass, fizzing as it swirls....
I think back to what my parents told me when I was little
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I was no older than 7, holding the silky red ribbon in my hands from the science fair, smiling at it as the other contestant was handed a blue ribbon. The crowd starts to clap for the two of us, I to clapped for the winner but in the corner of my eye I see two unsatisfied faces looking back.
We get off of the stage and I head to my mom for a hug and she moves out of the way and starts walking with my dad, her arms crossed against her chest, denying my attempt at a hug. I trip a bit but speed-walk after them.
"Mamma! Dad! .... Mum?" I tug at my mums long flowing skirt as we head to the car
"Was I good?" I look up to her as she turns around
"Not good enough... ugh... Look , kid , do you want to be loved?"
"y-yeah...?"
"Then you have to work for it, you can't put us to shame and still be loved" she snickers coldly, sitting in the drivers seat as if it were something I knew... or everybody knew...
I can't help but frown at my red ribbon, sitting in the car as dad drove home, I held the ribbon out the window as it flowed in the wind.... and let it go.
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I'm not a bad person I just do what I have to do... I'm just the family jewel.
I'm the golden child. I'm their favorite and I can't lose that to...
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I hear yelling and fumbling from the other room, I quickly stagger to my cane and limp over to his room. He's tossing and turning, yelling in a scared hysterical manner, he was just having a bad dream.
I shake him awake and soon enough he wakes up barely enough "wake up... _____ wake up..." I repeat to him "are you okay?" I say anxiously, not used to being comforting
he groans confused, still waking up, he didn't hear me.
"You're screaming just annoyed me."
I leave playing it off how I usually do, too nervous to be a better person.
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Two Birds, One Stone
FanfictionMy take on Ramshackle and how everyone met. This isn't cannon but based on small lore drops from past drawings and writings from Zeddyzi. Updates when I can! Charecters belong to Zeddyzi, the only thing I own is writing!
