Styles reflection

Lost

One month later

Lacey's P.O.V

"Lacey!!!"

"What?" I ask my attention still on the T.V. "Are you watching your brother?" My grandmothers voice echoes through the basement. "Is it on?" I ask sitting down on a red bing bag chair. I flip through the channels till I see the Xfactor.

I roll my eyes at the sight of my brother with his new group. 'One direction'. I felt bad for those four boys who had to deal with my brother.

They start singing. They were good, my brother was good. The boys finish singing and the camera shifts too the familys of the members of the band. My sister shows up on the screen.

It's been so long since I've seen Casey. Growing up I had gotten used to looking at my sister and seeing someone who looked just like me. But it felt weird now. I was looking at her the way people who weren't used to us, would look at us. In awe.

We look exactly the same. From the dimples on are cheeks to the curls in our hair. I missed her. The camera shifts to the other boys family's.

45 minutes pass and the host walks up on stage. Holding and envelope "The people leaving are..." He opens up the envelope. It was like the whole world paused at that split second where he slid open the top of the envelope and his eyes met with the words on the card "one direction" he says. I turn off the t.v. My parents left me for that? For my brother to lose.

I run up the stairs of the basement and to my room. I shut the door and sit down on my bed. "Lacey honey" I muffled voice behind my pink door says. "We're heading to grocery store be good okay. And if you can try and get in touch with your parents. I would like for you to talk to your brother." My Grandma says. I stay looking at my hands till I hear the front door shut.

I grab the home phone off of my bedside table and I look down at it. I shake my head throwing the phone next to me. What did I do wrong? Why does my family hate me? I look at my reflection in the mirror nailed to the wall.

I had blue eyes that stood out. I had dimples that I hated, they were to deep. You could see my dimples even when I would talk or eat.

My natural blush was suppose to make me cute. It didn't it was a light pink color that didn't look at all natural. And my curls were actually, okay. They were hard to manage though. I couldn't brush my hair only in the shower, or my hair would end up a frizzy mess.

I really wasn't ugly. I wasn't pretty though. Why did my family hate me. I never did anything to them.

Now I was curious why was I so hated. My grandparents didn't seem to mind me. Now I was determined to find out why I was so hated by my family. What made me different from my adored sister, Casey?

I grab the phone an dial the number. The call didn't go through, another person was calling.

I push the green button. "Hello?" I ask answering the call. "Who am I speaking with?" Ask the person on the phone. "Lacey styles." I say confused. "Are you the grand daughter of Charles and Mary?" Ask the men's voice. "Yes" I say. "I'm sorry to inform you but they have been found dead in a car crash"

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Okay, I'm so sorry for not updating sooner. I really live the feedback this story is getting and all the PM's I'm getting about this story.