No one knows who she truly is. She is an Osment. The eldest, the most capable of being someone. Sadly, this is not what happened. She lost everything. Him, her, and her life. It was her choice after all. She did not lose herself like a human would think. She pushed herself away. She didn’t want the person staring back at her ever since the day Caraline Sarabeth, her sister, was born. She lost her parents to the tiny Osment.
“Trista Skylar, sweetheart, can you please put your Caraline’s things into your room?” Her mother said sweetly.
Trista turned around abruptly,horrified, “Why? Doesn’t she have her own room?” She knew that with a newborn in her room, she would be unable to sleep.
“Of course, but sweetheart, your father is still building it. She needs somewhere to sleep.”
“Why not your room then? Since that’s where she needs to be. In your arms.”
“Trista Skylar Osment! I will not tolerate this kind of behaviour in my home! Take her things to your room and her new one...NOW!”
Trista Skylar huffed and did as she was told, there was no way she was going to like this new baby. She was still unpacking her younger sister’s things when her father came into the room.
“Hey.”
She glared at him, then went back to unpacking her younger sister’s things. “Hi.”
He sat on her bed, “I know you are upset that you have to share your room with a baby, but you will see that this short arrangement will strengthen your sisterly bond in future years.” He got off of her bed, kissed her forehead, and walked out of the room.
Trista sighed, then mumbled, “I don’t like this baby already and she hasn’t even been around for more than a day.”
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Two years have passed and Trista Skylar didn’t like her younger sister any more than she did the first day. If possible, she hated her younger sister even more.
It was her ninth birthday! Her parents should be fawning over their eldest daughter because it was her day! They weren’t though, they were fawning over their two year-old. This was just like any other day. Her parents had not let loose of their youngest. Sometimes, Trista Skylar wonders how far she could go before her parents would notice her missing presence. She almost tried it once. Keyword: almost. She thought of how much she needed the two people who ignored her when she was halfway out of her front door. She was all packed. She was ready, but she couldn’t leave them. She just couldn’t. So she was stuck here in this house with two adults that ignore her and a small child being fawned over by the two adults.
To make things worse, she had no one in school that cared for her. The teachers acted like they cared, but didn’t. They never stopped people from making fun of Cara Osment...the loser.
Trista Skylar wasn’t Trista Skylar anymore. If she called herself Cara, then maybe she would feel loved. She could say that her parents loved her and cared for her, but everyone knew it wasn’t true. She was alone. Always alone.
She was just a dreamer. A dreamer to be someone- anyone- different.
