Phoenix's P.O.V.:
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but cringe. I would never be beautiful. My parents had been the most beautiful people I ever knew. My brother is one of the most popular kids at school, and even my little 12 year-old sister is pretty much perfect. Me, on the other hand, I was the runt of the group. I was the only one who wasn't drop dead goreous. I mean, I wasn't ugly, I was just average. Plain Jane. I wish I had some sort of unique feature about me. I mean, my name is pretty kickass, Phoenix, but... I didn't live up to it. My parents had both passed away. My dad had passed away 8 years ago, from cancer. My mom become clinically depressed. She stopped taking her meds and went crazy. She ended up killing herself one night by crashing her car into a lamp post. We were the perfect family. Now it's just me, my older brother, and my sister. My brother, Trevor, was 18, and a senior at the same high school I went to. I was a sophomore. My little sister, Kayenne, was in 6th grade. Trevor has always had a job, and he makes a lot of money. I'm not really sure what he does, but he supports the family. Now that I'm 16, I figure I should find a job to help out too. I would've earlier, but it's pretty much impossible to get a job when you're younger than 16. I wasn't sure what type of job I could find, but it was worth looking. Sighing, I ran a hand through my blonde hair. I hated it. Everyone thought I was dumb because my hair was blonde. Guys though I was easy. Truth be told, I'm probably the hardest to get. Not purposely of course, I'm just a very reserved person. I don't have many friends, the opposite of Trevor, and I don't want more than what I already have. I'd rather have a couple good friends, than a lot of people who like me, but don't take the time to get to know me. Tapping my fingers on the counter, an idea floated into my mind.
I would do something spontaneous today. It was April vacation, so no one would know until I see them in a week. I walked out of the bathroom and turned the corner to Trevor's room. Walking in without asking, I plopped onto his bed. He was asleep next to me, curled into a ball facing the wall. I flicked his ear, which was a sensitive spot for him. He shot up and slapped my hand away.
"The fuck!" He shouted at nothing in particular. I held back a giggle as he turned to glare at me. "Dude, Nix, why'd you wake me up? I was having a dream about this bitch who did me last week..."
"Ahhh, ladidahdidah I can't hear you!" I shouted, covering up my ears. Ew, I really didn't need to hear that. He shot me a grin and chuckled, removing my hands from my ears.
"I'm kidding little guy." He replied, messing up my hair. Oh, my hair! Right, the reason why I was here.
"Treeeeevor, I need your advice." I stated. His humorous expression became serious.
"What's up? Need me to beat someone up?" I laughed.
"Nah, nothing like that. I was just wondering... what color should I dye my hair? I think it's time for me to do something different with my look. I feel so..so... boring." I said, defeated. Why couldn't I be like him and Kayenne? They were literally the definition of perfect. I looked at my brothers features. He was perfect height, tall, but not too tall. He had dyed his naturally blonde hair black and his eyes were so blue they looked like the ocean. I was stuck with gray-blue eyes, that only sometimes turned an icy shade of blue. A tear slowly made its way down my face as I remembered that while he's the guy every girl wanted to date, I was the girl no one wanted to date. Or even talk to. I was just a loser, no matter where I went. Embarrassed to be crying in front of Trevor, I went to wipe away the tear, but he got to it first, and hugged me tight, pressing his face into my back.
"Hey, hey. Don't cry Nix, you're not boring. You're beautiful, and anyone who thinks other wise doesn't deserve to know you." He said, pulling away only to kiss me on the forehead.
