The Unloved

Chapter 1

I try so hard for everyone, that I tend to forget about myself. I can't help it. It's a habit to put others before myself. But sometimes it's hard.

When I was 11 my mother died. She was in a car accident. Died on impact. I didn't cry. I couldn't. I had my younger brother to take care of. My dad was in and out of the house all the time. I'm not saying he was a bad father, he was just busy. Busy and mourning don't seem to go very well together.

Now I'm 16 and my brothers about to hit 12. I'm proud of us. We've been ok without our parents around.

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"Emerald can you give me some cereal or something. I have to get to school."

"I don't know, did dad buy any"

"Zack!" I hear coming from the hall as my dad puts on his work boots "Its in the pantry, get it yourself! Your sister isn't always going to be here ya know!"

I smirk as I say "Yeah Zack, get it yourself!" In a mocking voice.

We jumped into my old Chevy truck and I dropped him off in front of his sixth grade class room.

"Did you have to drop me off right here?"

"Yes, I did. So shut up and put your jacket on. It's gonna be cold all day"

I drove off and before I walked into school, I quickly threw my, still wet, hair up into a bun and put some mascara onto my already long dark lashes. I grabbed my fringe, leather book bag and walked in, already late