The Pretty Boy's Crush

Dinner

I ended up wearing a grey tank top with a white see-through shirt over it and skinny jeans.

Katherine and Sam came home around six o'clock. They have after-school programs while I am lucky enough to not have to do those things. Both of them take showers quickly and then change into pajamas that look similar to what I was wearing. Katherine wears a bright pink shirt, and Sam wears a green shirt while they both wear usual shorts.

"Mom, how come I have to wear clothes and look like a royal subject while they- "

"Worry about yourself Paige Newsworth!" My mother snaps at me as I look to the ground in disappointment. I know I shouldn't say anything, but I want to know why everyone else is allowed to do whatever they want but as soon as I sneeze I'm a disgrace and I should kill myself.

Sam laughs at me but keeps it silent even though she knows that nothing will happen to her; only worse stuff will happen to me. Sam has straight, brown hair that goes up to the tips of her shoulders. Her face is the part that's messed up, along with her personality, she's lucky to have somewhat nice hair that she doesn't know how to take care of. Her teeth are extremely crooked, and her eyebrows are so thick that it looks like she files them in with makeup. Her brown eyes stare into your soul while she eavesdrops on everything everyone says, then throwing it back at them months later to get something out of it.

Katherine, on the other hand, is cute on the outside, but on the inside, is nothing but a food-loving freak. Katherine keeps her hair a little past her ears and makes sure that it's extremely oily all the time since she doesn't know how to take care of her hair either. Her teeth are also messed up. But, not as bad as Sam's.

"How was your day today, Mary?" Sam asks my mom, being the noisy girl that she always has to be. I know that it seems like a little question, but then she usually asks more profound questions about how she was feeling today, and who she talked to, and mom just answers as if it's normal.

"It was good Sam, thanks for asking, no one has even bothered to ask me that today," my mother replies making me want to scream since I literally already asked her that today.

"Paige, make yourself useful and do something other than stand there like a statue, okay?" My mother asks me as she looks into my blue eyes. My heart wants me to cry since today has been so horrible and confusing. My brain wants me to punch everyone who's done me wrong. And my stomach wants me to barf to get some kind of attention, of course, last time I puked because I was sick, my mom asked me 'what's wrong with you?' Instead of being there for me while I threw up everything I ate the day before. She wasn't concerned about me, she was mad at me for some reason.

"I- I just wanted to talk to you..." I mumble under my breath as I go to the dinner table and sit down angrily, hiding all my emotions as I put my head down.

"Mary, control your daughter. She's hysterical." Jameson says sarcastically and rudely as he starts shaking the table to make it look like I'm doing it.

"Paige! Just stop!" My mother says as Jameson smirks and laughs knowing that he got me in trouble.

"Leave me alone James," I say getting away from the table and looking at our kitchen, hoping that if I'm out of the way, but not at the table, everyone will just leave me alone.

Our dark green, blackish, granite counter is shining from the light being on it. Our cabinets are a dark, caramel brown. We have a stainless-steel fridge with a black stove, oven, and dishwasher.

Since we're only renting this house, we can't change the color of the walls in this house. So, the walls are stuck being a bright, sunny yellow. Which, doesn't match with our kitchen. Nevertheless, we're stuck with it. I go to one of the cabinets and grab a thick plastic cup and go to our black fridge and press the water down as the water pours into the container.

I then go back to the head of the table and sit down. I like sitting at the head of the table because the head of the table is usually the person who has the most respect in the house. Too bad I have the least amount of respect in our family.

"How was your day dad?" Katherine asks her father as he scruffs down more of his food. He's the one that eats a lot and very fast. Which makes me wonder if he has a lot of indigestion. Of course, I don't really care about any of that because it's none of my business.

"How was your day Paige?" My mother asks me as I look at her with surprise.

"It was- "

"Oh, Mary! Can you please help me with something after dinner?" Katherine asks my mom stealing my mom's attention away from me. The one time I have my mother's care, it's taken from me. Even if I try to reach out to her later, when she's alone, she still doesn't want to talk to me.

"No, but your dad can help you." My mother replies making Katherine clear her throat and then groan angrily.

"Now what Paige?" She asks me as I smile, knowing that she wants to know my day and that it actually matters to her.

"It was very dramatic and- "

"That sounds great honey. How about you James?" She cut me off as she starts talking to her boyfriend. I guess I should've known it was too good to be true.

I sigh silently and sit quietly for the rest of dinner, picking at my plate, realizing that my hunger has flown away.