It all happened when I was 16 years old. I lived in a little small town called Pamilo in a little townhouse where I had 1 sibling, his name was Alex. Alex and I don't get along the best of times but we did always have our moments. My parents were wonderful people really.. Um, well I thought, but they don't really say much. Not to me at least. I inherited my looks from my dad; his brown hair and beautiful hazel brown eyes.
In the family, Alex always got what he wanted, whenever he wanted. I was a mistake really.. Alex had a giant room; king size bed, a 40" plasma tv screen, you name it.. But then there was my "room", I lived underneath the stairs. You could probably fit just a body underneath there. Honestly I shouldn't have complained though, I had a bed in there and a small little hamper for my 3 changes of clothes. I know your probably wondering why I slept underneath the stairs? Oh well, my parents needed lots of space in the room beside my brother's for their books. My parents were very fond of books.
Overall my parents didn't really have a care in this world for me. But I got used to being ignored by my parents. I never let that get to me,
"There are way worse things in life than being ignored" I told myself every time I thought things were unfair. So I just dealt with it.
