Darkness Herself

Are the ones that are never said...

It's been four years since I've seen my mother and been put in this place with the rich, stubborn, snobs that I call mom and dad along with a half brained sister and an OK brother. Jasper and Ella, brat one and two unless you want to be nice about it which you're welcomed to be.
These people drive me insane with their constant screaming and yelling at me for these things I have no control over. Ella tends to slap me on account of my eye's and Jasper uses me for target practice. These rich snobs encourage it and don't care if I'm hurt because of it, as long as I can attend school without raising suspicion they are completely fine with it.The teachers are even worse when it comes to the three of us. My sister is the perfect student always has her group of minions to play with. Jasper is the athletic child who has become the leader of the boys. I'm the quiet one that is expected to sit with my sister and be apart of her group and treat my brother with respect. None of their friends talk to me and they all do thing to me just so they can have the title best friend for a week.

At 6 years old they worry about social status! Who does that?! We're just kids. Our mother and father are so proud of them and how a class of 6 year old look up to them but when I don't do as Ella says I'm locked in my room until school the next day. This has all been one bad dream and it keeps getting worse and worse. What else can go wrong, Then the next thing I know all hell breaks loose, literally.