Lucia's POV
Summer's birthday is coming up soon. Her birthday and my birthday are only a week apart.
"So for Summer's birthday, I thought we'd go on a vacation!" My mom cheers.
"Where to!?" Summer asks.
"Anywhere you like sweety" my mom cooes.
Ewww.
"Anywhere??? Can we go to Hawaii?" She asks.
"Of course!" Our mom agrees.
"Can I bring a friend" Summer squeals.
"Yes, everyone can bring one friend. ONE friend only" my mom tells us.
Yes! I can bring Mya!
I would call Mya right now and ask her, but she's in Canada.
I can ask her when she comes back to school.
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I rush to my room and begin packing. I don't know when we're leaving, but I'm going to start packing.
I make sure to bring bathing suits, maxi dresses, and sandals. Those are the main things that I'll be wearing when we're in Hawaii.
"Everyone to the living room now please!" My dad shouts throughout the house.
We all rush down the stairs and see our parents sitting down.
"So we'll be leaving in two days for the trip. Who are you guys bringing" my mom asks.
"Mom, can I bring Ally and Sam" Summer sweetly asks.
"I thought we can only bring one friend?" I interrupt.
"She can bring whoever she wants" my mom snaps.
"Yeah, uhh. Can I bring two friends too? I want to invite Grayson but how can I invite one brother and not the other too. That's just rude" Rick speaks.
"Of course, you can bring the twins" my mom smiles.
"But if they each bring two friends that leaves no room in the car" I say.
"Looks like you can't bring a friend, and you'll have to sit in the open back trunk since there's no room for you" my mom looks at me.
Wtf.
"So I can't bring a friend, and I have to sit in the open back trunk?!" I say angry.
"That's what I just said. Don't give me an attitude" she snaps.
I look at my dad with pleading eyes, but he says nothing. I run up the stairs to my room and lock my door.
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I open my window and run to my spot on the beach that I always go to. It's noon, so I'm technically not sneaking out.
I lay down in the sand not caring if it got in my hair. I lay there soaking up the sun, drowning in my tears.
My mother hates me. I mean nothing to everyone. I have no meaning. My dad didn't even try to stand up for me.
My mother has always been like this. She claims she doesn't have favorites, but it's obvious.
No one cares for me. No one loves me.
It's always been this way. I've never meant anything to anyone.
I'm not anyone's first choice. I'm not anyone's favorite. People may tell me I mean a lot to them and that I'm special to them, but I know there's someone they will always choose over me.
I just want someone to just be truly happy over me. Happy to see me. Happy to hear from me. Happy to know me.
But that'll never happen.
I hate this feeling. Sadness rushes over me and consumes every inch of my body. I think about all the things I've done wrong and all the times I've let people down.
Like this one time I forgot that I was baking a cake for my mom's birthday in the oven and ended up burning the kitchen. She didn't even care that I was trying to make her a cake.
Tears continue to run down my cheeks as I keep on reminiscing on the past. I remember when I was younger, and I use to cry myself to sleep.
I remember praying to God and asking him for a different family. I remember asking him to give me parents who actually loved me.
Looks like that prayer didn't get answered.
It hurts to know that I've been feeling like this since I was a little girl. How can I be so young and think like this already?
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I'm deep into my thoughts staring into the ocean when I hear running footsteps. I quickly wipe away my tears and look around to see where the noise is coming from.
I look to my left and see Ethan running shirtless.
I guess he's going for a run.
He spots me and jogs towards me.
Gosh, why does he always find me here? This is suppose to be my spot.
"Hey Lucia" he sits down next to me.
"Yeah, I was just leaving" I stand up.
"But I just got here" he pulls me back down on the sand.
"What's wrong?" He turns his body.
"I'm fine. Im just tired" I breathe out.
He looks at me skeptically.
"Are you sure?" He asks.
"Yes. I'm fine" I get up and leave.
He asks too much questions.
"I'll walk with you" he gets up and runs to catch up with me.
"You don't need to. I've walked this way by myself a thousand times" I stop him from walking with me.
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be walking alone" he whispers in my ear.
I'm not pretty.
I just let him walk me home since I know he wouldn't take no for an answer.
Author's Note:
Its been a busy and stressful past week, but the wedding was amazing! I miss my crazy family already! 😟
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