Mayara Lovato (a Demi Lovato f.f.)

- Chapter 3

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When we open the door to our house, there she is...

P.O.V. Demi

I sit on the couch with my mom and Eddie. I've been home for like two hours or something, but the girls are at school and Dallas isn't home. I saw Dallas an hour ago, but she had to go to a modeling thing or something.

I hear the front door open. I stand up and walk to the door as fast as I can. I see my two little twin sisters standing there.

"DEMI!" I hear Maddie screaming. She runs into my arms, and I hug her back.

"Hi, baby girl! How was your day?" I ask her.

"Oh, you know... school is school," she says, which makes me laugh.

"Hi, MayMay!" I used to call her MayMay when she was younger.

"Hi," she says monotone. Ouch... that hurts. I haven't seen them for two months, and all she says is hi.

P.O.V. Mayara

"Hi," I say monotone. Okay, look—it's not that I hate her or anything, but I mean, she didn't even mention that I was here too. She hugged Madison for like ten minutes. She's never there for me when I need her. I'm just the invisible sister of the family.

"How are you?" Demi asks, a little concern in her voice. I really don't know why she's concerned.
"I'm fine." She seems to believe me too. Wow. My friend Lily believes me I think, and now Demi believes it too. Okay, that's... awesome!

"Dinner is ready," I hear my mom say from the kitchen.

"Coming!" we all three say in unison. These unisons are getting kind of scary. We get a seat and put some food on our plates. I look at it. The only thing I see is a lot of calories.

Fat whale!
Don't eat this!
You're getting way too fat!

"I'm sorry, Mom. I don't feel well. I think I'll take a nap." With that, I go upstairs to my room. Only hoping that I sound believable.

"I lie on my bed and put in my earplugs. I hear the song Nightingale by Demi Lovato. I know, weird. I'm listening to my sister's music. But you know what? She can sing, and her songs have meaning. I love her music.

I start sobbing because of what happened at dinner. I know I'm a fat whale, but the voices are really annoying. I hate them, but they kinda help me. I'm scared somebody will know. Tears stream down my face, and I just lie there on my bed.

I feel somebody hugging me. Well, I'm lying on my bed. The person takes one of my earplugs out.

"Ah, that's my music. Cute." Okay, well... if it couldn't get worse. I lie on my bed sobbing with Demi's music in my ears, thinking about how ugly I am while Demi hugs me.

"Wait! Why are you crying? What's wrong, baby girl?" Wow... she just called me baby girl. I love it when she calls me that.

"It's nothing. I'm fine. I just don't feel well." She kisses my forehead, and we both fall asleep.

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