Average (Lesbian Story)

Average

   VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: I UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS A SLOW TAKE OFF BUT I SWEAR TO GOD THAT IT WILL GET BETTER IF YOU READ A BIT FURTHER INTO THIS GOD DAMN STORY. That is all, have a nice day.       
                I feel as though I don't belong in this town. You can tell everyone here is going to make something of them selves while I sit and watch. This town is full of sports stars, actors to be and people you know are going to make it in the business world. I'm just average-average looks, average grades and average skills, just average. The only thing I have even the slightest bit of pride in is my writing. The few friends I do have and, trust enough to let them read my creations tell me I'm fantastic. They say that I will most definitely be famous someday- yeah right. It's not that I think I'm bad or untalented, but I feel like they exaggerate what they really think to make me feel better about myself. One day I might have enough courage to publish what I write, but that day is not anytime soon.

        "Happy birthday Samantha," my mother shouted and shoved a flaming cake toward my face, "Make a wish and blow out the candles."
       
        " Mom, don't you think I'm a bit old for wishing?" I asked eyeing her skeptically.

        "You're never to old for wishing," she told me, "I'm forty-two years old and I still wish just about everyday."

        I stared at her for a while, " You're just setting yourself up for failure." She gave me a questioning look so I continued. "Wishing makes you you feel like you have a chance at something that somewhere deep in the back of your mind you know is impossible.

        If looks could kill. "Just blow out the candles, you're getting wax on the cake," she told me.

        "Fine, but I won't make a wish," I said while wearing blank expression.

        "Samantha!" she said with a stressed look pulling at the corners of her face.

        "Jesus Christ Mother I wish for a pony," I yelled and blew out those damn candles. "There are you happy?"

        "You need to calm down and get your act together."She turned to walk out of the door, but stopped, looked back at me and said, "Oh and watch your mouth." With that she once again turned and walked briskly out of my room.

        I hate my mom. No, I'm not some over-dramatic teenager that says it all the time and doesn't mean it, I really just hate her. I've felt this way since as long as I can remember, when I was younger she would make me feel stupid and useless. Always yelling, getting things taken away and being grounded for most of my childhood. It was the little things though, you know the stuff that really got to me. The way she would push me out of the way to do what I was asked to do, as if just because I'm a kid I can't do anything right and obviously know nothing. She would yell that if I wasn't going to do it right the first time then to just get out of her sight. With her everything had to be perfect, I wasn't even allowed a 'c' a freaking 'c'!

        Deciding that I should be happy because it was my birthday I started the shower, and hopped in.

        The whole time I was in the bathroom, all I could hear was my sister beating on the door and shouting things like, no matter how much makeup I wear I won't be pretty and people care more about what she looked like then they do about how I look.

        My sister was always a bitch to me, even when when we were little. It's the norm for her, it brings her joy. Yes, over the years it's gotten worse. Yes, because my sister is more socially acceptable or popular more people have also started bullying me. Does it make me feel bad? Sometimes it does however, over the years I've grown accustom to it and, I do feel as though if they were to stop my norm would no longer exist.

        I walked out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a light grey V-neck sweater.

        "Happy birthday slut," she growled at me. Liana, my sister, then stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door.

          "Right back at you."





Hey sorry it's so short normally they will be much longer. I couldn't really find a good way to end it either but, don't let that stop you from telling me what you think about what I have so far. The only thing I ask is that If you don't like something then tell me, but don't be rude tell me your honest opinion.