Little Irwin

Chapter 3

After we finished our personal hell, Allison and I rounded up the three young ones and their bags. We headed over to a place more for us, Hot Topic. "Alright girls, stay on this bench. Sam and Steph, keep an eye on Court and don't wonder around. I'm trusting you." They nodded vefore Allison and I rushed into the store. We each found few tees and shorts, as it was summer and freakin hot.

We payed and walked out the door, finding the three still sitting on the bench. Hmm, I didn't expect them to stay. I know, how could you not trust your own siblings? If you knew them, you would've also been suprised. "Alright kiddos. Let's go meet up with the others." They groaned and I smiled. "Don't worry. We'll have another girl's day soon." They all huffed out in annoyance and I chuckled. We started walking back to the water fountain we split at and sat down. They guys soon joined us, carrying a few bags.

"Who wants food?" Everybody shot up like bullets when they heard Uncle Cal's proposition. He chuckled. "Macca's?" A chorus of 'yes's rang through the air. So, we all started walking back to the tour bus and dropped off our purchased items before having the driver go to the closest McDonald's. We soon pulled up in front of it, it had a playground so the younger of us might wanna play.

The familiar smell hit me as I walked through the doors. I breathed it in, it kinda reminded me of home. We all went up to order before picking out one of the giant booths. All the kids were in the middle except me. I was on the outside to help grab the food when it finished. My dad sat on my left, Uncle Luke on his left. Across from me was Uncle Mikey, with Uncle Cal on his right. I crossed my eyes and stuck out my tongue at him. He narrowed his eyes at me, slightly, before copying the facial expression. It was almost like we were trying to see who could do it funnier. Eventually he gave up and looked away. I grinned triumphantly. "What are you two doing?" I looked to my left to find my dad staring at me with an amused face. I stuck my tongue out at him too. So mature, I know.

"Order for Bob!" The cashier called up. I repressed a chuckle. We always used a fake name so people wouldn't know, if they couldn't already tell that is. Dad and I walked up and grabbed two trays each before walking back to our little group.

We all ate our food silently, which was weird. Ever since we walked into the restaurant I've had this strange feeling in my gut. And no, it wasn't the food. It was a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. I just had no idea what.

Just then, a group of teenagers got in line and stsrted ordering. My stomach twisted and I knew what was gonna happen. Or at least, I had an idea. I kept my head down and hoped they wouldn't recognise us. My family didn't need to see the cruelty of teenagers. I nibbled on a fry as my head was still being kept down. "You okay, Lizzy?" My head snapped up. Thanks dad.

"Fine." I mumbled out. The teenagers were making their way over to the seating area and I put my head back down again. Please keep walking, please keep walking, please kee-

"Well well well..." Shit. "If it isn't Elizabeth Irwin. How's the little popstar's daughter?" I gulped at their condescending tones. By now, the whole table had focused on the group and I. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

"Hey! Leave her alone." No Court, you'll just make it worse.

"Shut up kid. The little whore can speak for herself." Ouch. That stung... and was also untrue.

"What's up with all the bracelets, Irwin? Are you a cutter like your dad?" A new voice chimed in and I felt my eyes get hot. That was a sensitive topic for us.

"Probably. You know what they say, like father like daughter." The third voice really hit it home. My tears were streaming down my cheeks. I quickly got up, mumbling under my breath. As I was walking away, someone bumped my shoulder.

"Watch were you're going, loser." Voice number one spoke up. I huried into the play area, clumbing in. Childish? Sort of. Did I care? Not at all. Climbing into the middle of the contraption, I proceeded to cry. I'm so pathetic, I know. But those things hurt, whether I'm 15 or not. Nobody should be treated like that. So why am I? Because my father and family are famous? They have no excuse. I literally have no idea who those people even were. They have no right to treat people like that. Nobody has that right. I hugged my knees to my chest and buried my face into my arms as I cried. This shouldn't hurt as much as it does, I've heard it for years. But what gets me is that people I don't even know, people who haven't even met me, hate me for some reason. And I just want to know why.

The play area suddenly started to shake, causing me to look up from my knees. I used the back of my hand to wipe my eyes and tried to focus on where the shaking was coming from. I was sat in the middle of this thing, four tunnels leading to it. One on each side. I looked around them but came up with nothing. The shaking was getting heavier and I was framtic. Teenagers were ruthless, I knew that. But would they go as far as to find me in here and attack me further? I sure as hell hope not.

"Elizabeth."

My body tensed as a hand was placed on my right shoulder. I hesitantly turned my head to that side. I can't tell you how much relief flooded through my tense body. I quickly threw my arms around them and relaxed immediately.

"Dad." I breathed out. His arms wrapped around me as mine were already around him. I burried my face in his neck, taking in his familiar scent. It always made me feel safe, for some reason I didn't know. I felt a tap on my other shoulder and turned to find Uncle Mikey. I hugged him too, and soon found myself in a 5sos sandwich. I was being attacked with hugs from all sides, and I loved it. I felt the hateful words flow out of my system, knowing they would return soon enough. I just let myself enjoy this moment.

"Lizzy, why do you put up with that?" Uncle Luke asked. I opened my mouth to respond when there was a loud voice.

"Will the four huge assholes get out of the playground, please."

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Uhh, yea. Please don't hate me for this chapter. I tried to add some humor at the end from that keek, but there is nothing funny about bullying. I am completely against it, and if any of you are going through this I beg of you to speak up or stand up for yourself. Just please don't take it out on yourself. You're beautiful and don't deserve that. And no, Elizabeth doesn't cut. She was just wearing bracelets. Ok this is long and Amnesia just came on so byeeee my Rebellious Nerds. #NerdRebel My feelssss

-J