Sister Sister

Backstory Time

Everyday is now a living nightmare. I no longer live in happiness, looking forward to the next day. No, those days died, a long time ago, along with my happiness. 

My name, you ask? Jennifer. Jen for short.

My step-mom, is the nicest woman in the world, to everyone but me. She sees me as some kind of, disease that will infect her. I tried my best to get her to like me. But, my attempts were futile. 

She hates my guts. 

My dad, well, he's a confusing man. When my biological mother gave birth to me, he just left her. When I was 6, we found out that he had been re-married to Darla, my step-mom. She already had a daughter, Leila-Anne, who was 9 at the time. 

During that time, we found out my mom had been diagnosed with breast cancer. It was one of the hardest times for me. I went into total depression. Then, when she died, my dad came back into my life, claiming that I had to live with him now that mom was dead. 

I refused, automatically, out of the hurt he had brought to my mom and I. But, after a court order, I was forced into living with him. 

He now tried his best to be the fatherly figure that was missing in my life for so long, but I will never let that happen.

My brother, Jack, well, he doesn't understand anything. Since he was so young when my dad came back into our lives, he loves him and Darla, endlessly, which earns their approval of him. But no, not me. They always blame me for any mishaps and think I have mental problems. But, I don't!

Non of them understand me. 

Except, Leila-Anne.

She is the only one in my "family" I can really talk to. Even though she is not my blood relative, I feel the closest to her, and only her. She is always there for me. And she is the only one who really cares about me. 

Today was my first day of grade 11. Great. Another torture of a year. Luckily, Leila had finished school and had chosen to go to a collage near our house. So, I wouldn't be that far from her.

I yanked myself out of bed, and went through my normal morning routine. I brushed my teeth and heair. I walked to my room, and put on a yellow tank- top, pulling a large sweater over it. I also pulled on a pair of leggings and my old, run-down sneakers. 

Darla is always scolding me for not dressing more "lady like." But, I could care less of what she thinks. She is convinced that, because we are fairly wealthy, we have to dress all designer and live the way she wants us too. But, I don't want to live like that.

She is just making us live this way because her mother, was very poor, and couldn't afford a rich lifestyle. 

Leila never complains about all of this. She always follows Darla's orders, with no resistance. I've asked her a million times, why she never stands up to her. She every time shrugs and says "She is my mother," before going back to what she was doing. 

I could never be upset at her. She was my only lifeline that I could trust. 

"Jennifer! Get your lazy ass down here!" Darla yells from the kitchen.

"COMING!" I scream back. 

I tumble down the stairs, before plopping down in my seat. "It's about time you got up. You are going to be late! Why are you wearing those, those rags you call clothes? I left out something for you to wear last night." I rolled my eyes. "That's exactly why I'm wearing this! Darla, I'm not going to wear whatever you want! I have my own style!" 

She huffs out a defeated breath. "Fine. Now, eat. You are going to be late." I stuffed my face with toast. "You said that already." I mumbled. She gave me a disgusted look as Leila entered the room.