Shattered Promises

one.

              Despite the fact of having a celebrity sister, and the life where you can get whatever you want because your parents are rich, life isn't as great as you'd think it'd be. 

                Most people would kill to have the life I have. A famous sister, all the money in the world, a huge house, everything. But let me tell you, having all of this isn't as fun or cool it may sound. Ask anyone what they want in life, and it'd be happiness. Yeah, that's the only thing I want out of life, but I don't get it. "But your rich." "You get whatever you ask for, because your parents can afford it." "Your sisters famous." They say --- but no. That's not the case. I may have all of that, but it doesn't make me any happier. As a matter of a fact, it puts a ton of stress on me. 

            There's those kids at school that just want to be friends with me because I'm partially famous because of my sister. People only know who I am because of her. She introduced me to everyone, I'm well known for that reason. That reason only. And it seems like the only reason I'm getting this huge group of friends is for that reason only, because of her. And I know that for a fact because it's happened before. Someone wanted to be my friend, and I did. I thought we were 'best friends'. I used to classify us as 'sisters'. But, it was only to get to my sister. Once they met her, they left me. They never spoke to me again. Not a word. It was just about her. It's always her. Everything is about her. She's the favorite. She's the one with the astonishing talent who makes millions. But, I'm nobody. I don't do anything. I'm just here, being the sister of a million dollar superstar.

                   And then theres the times when she'll come home from her tour and tell me everything that happened, then repeat it all over again for everybody else. It's almost like she wants to bore people with the same story everytime. It seems like every time she comes home, it's the same story each time. Nothing changes. You travel, have a concert, meet a few people, and it repeats. I don't understand what the point of telling us every single time. You just like to annoy everyone.

                  And then there's the hatred I have for you. I've never liked you. You may be everyone else's favorite, but you're definitely not mine. You're so into yourself and with your career, that you haven't actually acted like a real sister. Sisters are suppose to be there for each other no matter what, correct? They love each other even if they annoy the fuck out of each other. But you, I don't even classify you as a sister. You never acted like one, why sould I think of you as one? The days where I needed you the most, where were you? Touring. The days when you were home and I needed you, what were you doing? Getting drunk or high. You're always to 'busy' for me. You always have been. Even before your career started, you seemed to be busy for me all the time. Only me. And nobody else.

              Maddie. She's your favorite right, Demi? Maddie's your 'babygirl'. It's because she's the youngest, right? It's because she's more talented than me, right? Yeah. That's what I thought. Maybe if you actually start acting like a sister, I'll love you. But for now, we're not sisters. Not until you act like you actually love me. 
                   
                 "Mom, I'm leaving. Call me if you need anything." I passed my mom in the kitchen, picking up my car keys along with an apple for the drive. 

                  "Where are you going?" She asked, her eyes glancing up for a quick second from her cell phone before looking back down at it.

                   I rolled my eyes, letting out a quiet groan. "Out." 

                 "I'm not letting you leave until you tell me exactly where it is where you're going." The words slipped out of her mouth. 

                  My brown eyes watched my moms finger slide up and down on her phone screen, as I shook my head. She always needed to know where I was; always. 

                     "Autrey's. I'm going to Autrey's for the night, okay, bye now." I took a bit of the shiny red apple and made my way toward the front door. 

                    I heard my moms voice echo throughout the house, making me turn around, a frustrated sigh exit my mouth. "No, your not. Remember the last time you went there."

                    I shook my head at the memory, rolling my eyes at my mom. "I'm going to be late, bye." Turning on my heel, I made my way to the door before I felt fingers wrap around my wrist. 

                     "You, young lady, aren't going anywhere. You're grounded, remember?" I felt the metal keys slip out of my hand, resulting in them ending up in my moms hand. I reached for them before she tugged her hand away from mine, a rude stare on her face. 

                          "Give me my keys back," I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. She shook her head, turning in the other direction and making her way back into the kitchen.

                       "Once you start learning to be more responsible, you'll get them back. But for now, they're mine." I watched my mom in disbelief, as she sat back down in her previous spot, pulling her cellphone out again. 

                              "You've got to be kidding. Mom, I've been waiting for like two weeks now, when will I be getting them back?" I stomped back into the kitchen, my eyes locked on my moms body. 

                             "I told you," She sighed, her eyes never leaving her phone screen. "When you learn to be more responsible."

                              An annoyed groan slipped through my lips as I shook my head. "This is ridculous. You let Maddie go anywhere she wants." 
 
                              That was true though. Maddie's twelve, and my mom lets her do more shit than me, and I'm sixteen. Maddie will be allowed to walk around town with a friend until midnight, and she usually gets home a quarter to two. But, if I'm gone for longer than two hours, I get a damn phone call from her.

                               "Honey, that's because Maddie's more responsible than you. Start acting your age and be responsible and you'll get your keys back." The way she was saying it, made my blood boil. The one day I was in a slightly good mood, she had to go and ruin it.

                                "This is so unfair." My mom shrugged, making me more mad than I already was. Turning aroud, I made my way toward the stairs. 

                                   "Get used to it," She called. "I also don't want you going anywhere, because your sister is coming home."

                                  A loud groan flew out of my mouth. Great. Demi's coming home, yay. I'm really looking forward to this. As long as she stays away from me, she's fine. She just better not talk to me.

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