Beautifully Broken

Chapter 1

I swear, if I wasn't for my sister, I wouldn't even be here.

 Of course Michelle wanted me here, I know in my heart I need to be here, but my head tells me to run away. So she talked me into it, so here I am. Ugh, punch me in the face.

"Come on Renae, it's going to be fun!" Michelle grins, while she is on her phone in the passenger set. I sigh and focus on the road.

 I choose to drive because when Michelle drives, it a nightmare. She is more focused on her makeup, outfit, or some guy she is trying to impress.

"Renae didn't I tell you to look nice for once!" Gosh, I swear, she drives me nuts.

 "I am! These is one of my nicer sweatshirt, and jeans!" I argue back.

 Michelle rolls her eyes and continues to fix her makeup. Michelle is a totally fashion diva, all she ever wears is 5 inch heels and a dress. Her hair curled to perfection, and caked on makeup. Even when we were high school that's all she would wear. Until me, all I wear in the winter is sweatshirts, jeans, and sneakers. 

We used to best friends but now we are just kinda sorta friends. My parents and my sister, Annabel invited her today. They love her and not me.

 In high school Michelle was head cheerleader with medium length, beach blonde hair, always curled to perfection without a single hair out of place. Don't even get me started on her makeup. She looks like she came out of a bakery it's so caked on. Every morning it takes her 2 hours to do her makeup, only her makeup.  Just imagine how long it takes her to take a shower, get dressed, do her hair, and do her makeup. I swear, she is drop dead gorgeous. With her ocean blue eyes, and her height. She has curves in all the right places and basically everything about her is perfect. 

Michelle should be a model, when we would hang out (forced of course). I fail in comparison to her. People look at her and think "wow she should be a model, wow she's stunning." But when they look at me they think, "oh um, that other girl by her, sure needs some work, she's pretty I guess...Kinda." 

I am just average. Average height and weight. I have long, dark, black hair. My skin is so pale I could seriously be a vampire. On top of that, my eyes are light green that looks like puck. I am being serious, puck green.

 But I do wear makeup (not near as much as Michelle) and it takes me around 20 minutes to do my makeup. I LOVE dark eye makeup but, Michelle just likes tons of makeup. I always wear jewelry, and my crazy curly hair pulled up in a messy bun.    

"We're are here, be good." Michelle warns. Who does she thinks she is? My mother?

"Renae!! I am so glad you came!" screams my sister, Annabel.

 "Michelle you can put the presents over there." Annabel smiles.

 It's Annabel's baby shower, she's having a boy. Her and her husband are naming him, Earl. Honestly I hate that name with a burning passion, but she never listens to my awesome ideas. 

Michelle and I are walking around, seeing lots of Annabel's friends. She is a very famous actress, and all of her friends are actors and actresses as well. 

Annabel is very talented, and she has a passion for it. She married another famous actor, when she was 22. Currently she is 24 and is having her first child. To be honest I am excited to be an aunt, because Earl will need someone who loves him. I really feel for him being Annabel's son and his terrible name. Earl, really Annabel?

 Now I see where all the guys are watching football, I join them. I see my brother, Thomas, my dad, and Annabel's husband Alan.

    "So what's happening Ray?" Thomas asks, that's the nickname I got from him. I am sure Thomas wanted a brother, but he got me, a tom boy. My mom and Annabel are princesses, wouldn't be near a TV while sports are on. But I yell, scream, and throw stuff at the TV while a player makes a stupid move. Thomas and I have always had the best of times together, running in the mud, watching sports, playing video games, and so much more.