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Family Reunion Pt.2

The next day I was exhausted. If I recalled I think I slept in. What was I doing that made me so tired? Oh yea, I stayed up nearly all night watching Netflix.

My sister, who is already up for god knows how long was playing a video game on the T.V. I walked past in front of the T.V saying morning to her as she grunts and nods her head at me in response too focused on game. I shrugged and head towards the bathroom. When I got to the bathroom I looked in the mirror and my hair was all of over the place I look like I have a lions mane. I grabbed my brush and brushed the monstrous hair. When it was finally tamed I brushed my teeth not long after someone rang the doorbell.

Confused I asked myself who could that be? That's until I heard the pounding feet of my sister running towards the door. Soon I heard voices many voices and they were all familiar. I groaned in agony and just wanted to drown myself in the bathroom sink right there. I totally forgot that they're continuing the family reunion but with the cousins.

Out of surprised my sister burst in the bathroom. "Willow!" She cried out. I choked a bit of the toothpaste that was in my mouth and started coughing like crazy in the sink. My sister was talking fast and stumbling over her words that I didn't even get a word out of her. "Sis! Knock next time! Nearly gave me a heart attack also calm down i didn't even understand a word you said." I told her wiping the reminding toothpaste off my mouth. I saw her take deep breathes, she was panting crazy it's like she ran 5 laps or something. Then again she isn't exactly in the greatest shape when it comes to athletics. "That one boy from yesterday is gonna come over here and I'm gonna have to watch him and play with him but I don't want to because he's annoying!" My sister complained. I gave my sister a look as if I have anything to do with it or something. "So this is my problem how?" I asked her. "Well.....it isn't it's how am I gonna deal with them?" She asked me. "I don't know figured it out that's why I avoid boys as best I could." I told her. "You avoid everyone." She crosses her arms. "Yea yea, we can have this talk another time but it's my turn to use the bathroom so shoo." I told my sister to leave me alone so I get through my morning routine.

She rolled her eyes at me as I closed the door on her going back to getting ready for today's continuing event. A few hours had passed and some of my cousins had arrived. Everyone separated all the cousins according to the generations or year-span if that made since. My sister who is 5 years younger then me hanged out with the younger cousins. As for me I hanged out with the cousins who are adults and graduates. If anything in this area of the cousins I'm like the baby. Some of them already have families and such and I'm still in school with time clicking away.

Everyone was socializing and finding things in common in one another just like that but for me I can hardly find that. I'm the black sheep in the family. I was just sitting at the table with a cup of water in my hand listening in to the other conversations. Even though I have people close or around my age I can't really do or say much.

They can talk about trips they've been like Italy or Russia. Talk about jewelry, brands, shops. Most importantly talk about happy childhood memories they did or what was funny they did as a child.

I don't remember anything happy whatsoever nor anything that was funny that I did as a child. "Willow! What did you do as a child?" One of my cousins asked me. "Uhhh....I'm not sure I'll get back to you on that." I smiled at him gently. I never got back to him on that. If anything it didn't matter because he just forgot about it they all forgot about it. It didn't bother me at all I've always been the one to be forgotten anyways in the family.

"Smile! 1 2 3." The flash of a camera went off taking the family reunion picture. I faked a smile throughout the whole event. Faking a laugh, an interest, even the person I was. I didn't like it not at all. But it wouldn't matter if it was the fake me.....

Or the real me.