Grow old with me

Lemons

Hazel sat at the table. Wondering. Who is going to be my match? She swirled her soup, and let out a heavy sigh. Maybe I'll never find them. She desperately hoped she would find her match. All her friends had found their true love. Why couldn't she?

Gingerly, she stood up and poured her soup down the drain, her apitite going with it. Lazily scrubbing the bowl, her brother Michael burst in the room. "I found him! My soul mate exists!" He screamed, bursting with joy.
"WHAT!" Hazel exclaimed, in shock.

"My soul mate. His name is Alec." He stated bluntly.

Hazel burst into tears. She couldn't believe it. Why does Michael get everything first. She thought. She stormed into her room, and slammed the door. She couldn't understand why her younger brother got everything first. He got a phone first. He got to go out on his own first. He got his debit card first. And now Michael has found his soul mate. It just wasn't fair.

Hazel's room was very minimalistic. It has white walls, her bed, a desk and a wardrobe. She had always hated clutter, and the extra space allowed for any dance moves to be performed when her song came on. She slumped down at desk, trying not to think about her brother. But no matter what she did, the thought of him growing old first seeped into her brain. 

Crawling under her bed, Hazel reached for her notebook. She opened it and started writing.

Monday the 17th of October

This sucks. My brother found his soul mate. Soon he'll start to grow old. He'll get married to his new husband and live a happy life. And I'm stuck here, forever being known as the lonely side chick. I'm moving out soon, and I'll be alone for the first time in my life. Michael will start to age in a week. I'll be stuck, forever 18.