My mom, dad, older sister Isabelle, younger sister Abigail, and I all moved into a new house when I was 14. We all finally had our own rooms so I would finally have some privacy, it turned out to be good and bad.
I was always able to have some me time with my music and my books but whenever I was upset I would go to my room and write down everything I was feeling. I always hid those papers and never told anybody about them.
I always had to fight with my own thoughts trying to convince myself that I was wrong and talk myself out of doing a lot of things. I always felt useless when I was at home because my mom loved Isabelle most and my dad loved Abigail most.I felt like I was just there to do what they needed.
My mom would always tell me to clean or go get something for her and never my other sisters. I would get blamed for everything because my parents never believed me over my sisters. The only person who believed what I said was Rose.
We have been best friends since fourth grade when we had the same classes and rode the same bus. She was always talking and extremely outgoing and everybody loved her. I was always quiet and kept to myself, the only reason people knew my name was because I was friends with Rose.
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Perfect Imperfections
Teen FictionThis is a story of a teenage girl named Lydia. She has had a pretty hard life with abusive parents, bullies at school and even having her own sisters turned against her but even after all that she didn't give up. Even when giving up completely seeme...
