The Life In A Teenage Girl's Eyes

Chapter 9: That Special Person

Your probably thinking "what special person is she talking about"? It's not a boyfriend or anything (although I wish it was) 😂, but it's actually someone in my family. My brother. Scott. He is the most wonderful brother you could ever have around. He cares about people. He shows interest. Very well mannered. He has a girlfriend named Dana. She's a sweet girl, even though she is quiet. Barely talks. When ever I need someone to talk to, he's my "therapist" I guess you can call it. Yesterday was free slurpee day. He was actually around almost the whole day. Usually, his normal schedule is to sleep during the day because he has to get enough sleep to go to work at night. He is currently working at "Pathmark", doing stock work. It's either he's working, or he goes out at night with his friends. Half the time, I don't have anyone to talk to besides myself. I only have myself to talk to. I would talk to my mother more often about my feelings, but she is a very sensitive person. She only likes to be heard, and doesn't have the ability to listen to other people. It's hard for her to listen to me which I can kinda understand. She doesn't want to listen to me cause she is going through the depression along with me. My brother on the other hand, he is not a minor like me anymore. He can go out and do whatever he wants at any given moment. I always had some sort of envy in him. If I want to spend some time with my friends, or get out of the house for a little while, I have to be at her beck and call. At least when I'm with my brother, I feel free. I feel wonderful. He's fun. He's not boring at all. He knows how to joke around with you, he knows how to interact with people beautifully. My brother is one hell of a guy. We have a few things in common too. He agrees with me when it comes to my mother. Everything I say, he agrees. He agrees with me if I talk about her personality. I say things like "Mom is very pushy sometimes, Mom has a lot of anger placed on her". Things like that. Different actions. Different words. I get along great with him. It's extremely RARE if we fight. We are a team. We always stick together. We stick up for each other. There were times when I was really upset, or almost getting into a great depression with my mom, he always fixed it. He set my mom straight (here and there). She got mad which I can understand sometimes. The truth hurts. You know what, sometimes you have to hear the truth. There were times when my mom used to talk about our personal problems at home, and I completely ignored her. She used to yell at me when I said "I hate my life. I don't want to live at home when it comes to college. I want to live outside the school premises". She doesn't like to hear it because she wants me home with her. To keep her company. I dont want to stay there in this house anymore. It was a punishment enough to live here with my dad, imagine staying there till I get married someday. No thanks. I also want to see my brother become successful someday with his girlfriend, with their own house. Importantly financially secured. I want to move on and improve my life instead of going from bad to worse. I got a life to live. I can't afford to keep screwing up everywhere I turn. I want to make something of my life. Something that I can look in the past, and when I can finally say "All Hard Work Pays Off". That'll be the day.