Chapter 1- Where It All Started

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Have you ever felt like you needed to escape reality for a little while? That's what I'm doing right now, with my earbuds in, music blaring, and out of the world's reach. I was in my own world; reading at the moment. I just had to get away from everything. My parents, my siblings, and my guy best friend and his girlfriend. It's all too much right now and I feel like I'm going to explode.

"Charlie!" My younger brother Jack yelled, after yanking my earbuds out of my ears. "Mom said it's time for dinner!" And then he was off, tumbling down the stairs to the dining room.

"Great." I mumble under my breath as I walk down the stairs to see my 21 year old sister Kimmie is back from college for the weekend.

"Hey lil sis!" She exclaims. God I hate that nickname. I sit down at my place and as we begin to eat, my parents chatter with my sister about law school. Because we love her and she's so perfect! Note my sarcasm. I use it often.

"So, Charlie, are you going to try out for volley ball, tennis, and the debate team this year?" My dad asks looking hopeful.

"No." I say scrunching my face up in disgust.

"Why not?" Kimmie asks.

"Because I'm not interested in it. It was your stuff not mine." I reply taking a bite from my 'organic' salad.

"Oh come on, remember how much fun Kimmie had!" My mom jumps in.

"Yeah mom, Kimmie, not me!" God here we go again.

My mom sighs, "Look Charlie, why don't you just try it? I'm sure you'll love it!"

"No I don't want to do, so I'm not going to. End of story." I argued. I could feel the tension in the room building, but I don't care. I'm so tired of all this shit.

"Yes, you will Charlie. Your sister Kimmie did it and now so will you." My dad throws back.

" No!" I say and sit back in my chair with my arms crossed.

"Excuse me?!" My dad angrily replies raising his voice.

"I'm so tired of this shit! I'm not Kimmie, your 'perfect' child. I never will be!" I yell. I'm so fucking tired of their expectations and demands. I run up the stairs and into my room. I do the first thing I think of; pack a bag and leave. As I'm heading down the stairs I grab my keys and phone.

"And where do you think you're going?" My dad demands as I open my car door.

"Away from this shitty hell-hole." I answer angrily. And with that I slam the car door after me and drive away, leaving my family standing shocked on the front lawn.

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