Gypsy

ch.1-Get over it.

   "Don't talk to Rachel. she's stupid and weird."

    "Aha, I know right!'

     I could hear her, though she thought I couldn't. This was the reason I only had one friend.That bitch actually tells people not to be friends with me! As if life didn't suck already, school has to be a living hell too! 

   My hair is cut very short because my grandma Cecile doesn't like long hair. Just another reason for Sarah and her 'Followers' to hound on me. why do I live with my grandma might you ask? well, My mother died when I was barely three years old. So, for as long as I can remember I've been staying with grandma and my two older sisters, Linda and Patricia. according to Patsy My mom wasn't too great anyways, even when She was alive, Patsy looked after me while mom went to parties to get shitfaced. I know this should let me be grateful that I live with grandma right? not having a drunk mom, having a fairly good life. Home cooked meals, toys, my dolls, having my sisters as sisters and not parents right? I should be able to talk to my sisters as sisters not parents! But, I still feel like I missed out not having actual parents. My dad is still here with me too. he's really awesome! I love him. he teaches karate so at least I know some self defence right? that's fun around here with him. I'll be out back punching his hands and kicking his chest while grandma makes supper. Dad plays guitar and sings all the time as well. He's performed in front of the church multiple times and I'm proud to have such and amazing dad. 

   But that doesn't change the fact that I miss my mom. I want someone to brush my hair for me when I'm out of the shower, but that's hard to do with hair that cuts off before my ear. I wan't someone to talk to about Simon, the boy I like, and to give me advice and not joke about how pathetic I am like my sisters do.

   I'm sitting up in my hideout, a crawl space behind the stairs, playing with my dolls when I hear my grandmothers voice gently calling upstairs towards my bedroom.

   "Rachel, Get on a nice white dress we're going to church."

   Church? but its Thursday? I gather up my dolls and head up to get changed anyways. I'm in a yellow and orange sundress covered in sunflowers-not proper attire for church.

   "aren't you a little old to still be playing with dolls?" Linda asks me from atop the staircase. I shake my head no and continue towards my dull bedroom.

    I'm fifteen years old so I guess Linda has a point that I shouldn't still play with dolls. but when Lily's busy and Dads busy, and Patsy and Linda just don't want anything to do with me period theres not much to do. I like my dolls.

  My room is painted a dull yellow with grey carpet. Up against the far wall is my single bed with a floral spread, covered in pillows and stuffed animals of all different sort. My favorite is a little pink bear that dad gave me for my birthday last year. In the corner is a used- to-be-white vanity but now its scratched and has makeup and nail polish hiding the white. I think I might have actually coloured on it with crayons at one point. And lastly I have one long wooden dresser holding my clothes. I rummage through drawer after drawer looking for my church clothes, I can't find anything! I notice a piece of lace peeking out from under my bed and snatch up my white lacy dress. It reminds me of my vanity a little, meant to be white, but after years of use not so much anymore. I swing it around trying to blow as much dust and hair off as I can. and decide its good enough. I throw it on and its tight under my arms, and barely reaches my fingertips. Its too small but we don't have the money to get me a new one. I grab a pair of dull gray nylons, run my hands down my stomach attempting to flatten out the wrinkles, and go out to meet the family.

     My sister patsy is in a sheer whitish-grey halter neck dress that reaches just above her knees with a gold shawl, she has short hair as well, we all do, grandma says long hair is just a hassle and only causes problems. Linda is in a light pink skirt with a white blouse, while grandma is in a baby blue dress and knitted cardigan, and Dad is in his nicest jeans and a simple grey top.