Where I Belong

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It not fair, all I want is a friend. Someone who cares about me and will tell me that everything is all right. Too bad a life like that is only good enough for people like my big sister, Sarah. She is everything to my parents. She's smart, pretty, athletic, and everything else a perfect daughter is. She is constantly being complimented on her long, silky blond hair and big, blue eyes. I can't stand it! The only difference in our looks is that she's older and has longer hair. She gets the royal treatment, and I get to be the little rat that lives in the cramped attic. I can barely fit a bed in my room. The only reason my parents treat me so badly is because some crazy lunatic burst into the room I was born in, and told my mom some absurd story about me being an evil child. Yeah, like that's true! After that my mom named me Rachael, Rachael Anne Sollins. She hated that name. She once said that it suited me because I was hated by everyone. I hate my life. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to live my life day by day and hope it gets better.

"Rachael, Rachael! Rachael get down here right now!"

I groaned inwardly. Why did my mother have to get me up at 4:00 A.M. every morning? I could do my chores when I got home. I mean, it's not like they let me be in any after school activities.

"Rachael!" my mother screamed again, "You get your butt down here right now or I'll send your father up there to teach you a lesson!"

That got me up right away. The only person crueler than my mother was my father. He didn't want me from the beginning. He wanted my mom to get an abortion, and when he heard what that man said about me when I was born, there was no way he would ever see me as his daughter, let alone love me.

"Alright, I'm coming" I hollered as I ran down the steps.

"Well, it's about time you got down here!" She replied in a cold, cruel voice that could have made a grown man want to run for it.

"Alright what are my chores today" I said with little interest.

"Well, you can start out by doing everyone's laundry, making breakfast, making your sister's lunch, fixing the heater in the basement, mopping the kitchen, sweeping the porch, vacuuming the rest of the house, and cleaning your sister's room after she wakes up. I'll give you the rest of the list later. I'm going back to bed."

I sighed and said, "Alright"

"Excuse me?" she exclaimed as she looked at me expectantly.

I sighed again, "Yes ma'am."

As I walked up to my room to get my laundry I heard a faint rustling. I couldn't imagine what it could be. No one, besides my father, had set foot in my room since I had learned how to crawl. I was always expected to take care of myself. So, I figured the sound was just a mouse or something. I would have never guessed that it was actually the best thing that ever happened to me. When I got into my room everything seemed the same. Same cramped room, same low ceiling that leaked when it rained, and same raggedy bed that was almost worse than sleeping on the floor. It never occurred to me that someone else might be in the room. When I reached over my bed to get the little basket of dirty clothes I heard someone sneeze. I immediately froze. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity just waiting to hear another sound. Finally I got fed up with waiting.

"I know someone's in here," I said in a panicked voice, "come out now or else."

All of a sudden something grabbed my leg from under my bed. I screamed as loud as I could. I didn't care what my parents thought. I was scared to death!

"Ssssshhhh.... Be quiet. Do you want to get in trouble?" a mysterious voice whispered from under my bed.

"Wh...wh...who are you?" I stammered as a boy with short brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes climbed out from under the bed.

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