What I think bugs me the most with my life is that I am not a person anyone cares about. I am just Marc's sister. Everywhere I go it's only "How's Mark doing?" That's the only recognition I get in my life. I thought I had it good at church because I started going before Marc but once he started going it went all down hill from there. Even the people that loved me the most turned into Marc worshippers. Even my teachers asked me how Marc was doing and that killed me.
I felt all alone in this world with my parents not even asking how my day was. I tried telling my parents that I felt unwanted and forgotten in the house but they told me I was being selfish and went into the spill about he has gone through more pain than I will ever go through and that's when I stopped listening. I always felt like I was a failure in their eyes. I made straight a's, was in a special program for gifted kids, was on sports teams, did multiple academic extra activities, and most of the time was first chair in band. Yet I never felt like I was enough for my parents to love me as much as Marc.
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Alex's Life
General FictionThirteen year old Alex Jones has been forgotten in her own family. After she gets kicked out of her own house she runs to her newfound friend's house Jane Morris. But her adventure is just beginning.
