What She Wanted

Chapter 1- Pizza Hut

The picture above is of Kaya Hansen

When I was little, I didn't really get everything I ever wanted, because I had an even smaller sister. I always wanted to be the center of attention for everything, but I never was. It was always her, and then me. Now I'm seventeen and she's fifteen, and nothing has yet to change. I loved my sister, of course, and wouldn't ever do anything to hurt her. She was the perfect child that everybody loved. She was popular, 4.0 GPA Average student, Student Council president, Captain of the Cheer Squad, and Captain of the Basketball team. Her name was even something that made her more perfect. Her name was Arleigh, which in Hebrew means," Promise". As she got older, many people teased her for her name, and so we gave her the nickname,"Ariel". Ariel,of course, had to mean,"Angel of nature."

She got a name that meant angel of nature, and I got the name Kaya. Kaya didn't mean much other then," Elder sister/wise." I did like the name Kaya, and didn't want it to change but it didn't make me feel special like Arial would.

None of that mattered now though, because now I was sitting in a waiting room patiently. I had to wait for my parents to get finished talking to the doctor about Ariel's test results.

Four months ago, Arial was diagnosed with Leukemia, and now I was always dragged to the hospital with them just in case something ever happened.  I never complained about having to go with them though, because I didn't want to make everything about me and what I wanted.

My mom and dad slowly made their way to me. My mom had brown gorgeous hair, and green eyes. She was skinny and frail. Her eyes had dark purple bags under them, making her look like she hadn't slept in over a month. My dad was the same way, but he had blond hair, and brown eyes. Before Ariel's cancer, he used to be buff, and not bad looking. Now he was skinny, lengthy, and had no muscles. He hate nothing to keep his body weight up, and only weighed about 130 pounds, which wasn't normal for him. I was more like my mom. I had long brown hair, brown eyes, and I was very skinny also.

"Kaya?" Mom pokes me softly, pulling me out of my trance.

"Hey, Mamma. How is she?" I ask, standing up quickly.

"She's good, sweetie. So, I was thinking that your dad and me could take you out to eat and we could talk about certain things," Mom says tiredly, glancing at my dad uncertain.

"No. We really don't need to leave Ariel's side. We can stop at the cafeteria, and then head back to her room. That way if anything happens and we're not there, we'll be walking distance. We won't have to drive back in a hurry," I reassure my parents that it's okay for me to eat in the cafeteria.

"No, we really think that it would be best for us to go out to eat. Get your things, and we'll take you to Pizza Hut, because we know you love Pizza," Dad says, walking towards the automatic doors to leave.

I quickly grab my purse, phone, and charger. I follow my mom through the doors, and to the car where I hop into the back. Our car is a regular 2016 Dodge Journey. Its black, and brand new. Its the type of car that only rich families would have. We were pretty decent in money, to be honest. We had enough money to buy flat screen TV's for every room, and Laptops for every one in the family.

"So, what type of music would you like to listen to?" Mom asks, trying to break the silence as my dad started the car.

"Hello by Adele," I said, smiling softly.

My dad hated that we had nice things. He thought that it seemed selfish towards Ariel. She lived in a hospital and couldn't have nice things, so why should we? Why should we have laptops that we could use whenever we wanted to? Why should we have brand new phones that we could call or text our friends on? Why should we have a nice car that we could easily walk to and drive? Why should we get the things that Ariel couldn't have?