The selection

'My picture!'

"What?!" I scream, my voice straining. "I entered you so you could stop being so damn disgusting." My stepmom says looking at me with dark blue eyes. My blue eye is very light. Almost like ice. It's the one thing I have of my dad. Besides the attitude, my green eye is the one thing of the many that I have of my mom, I have her hair, eye, face, and I'm tall just like her. "Why?! You know I can't- WONT do that!" I scream my dark brows furrowing. I was done, I grabbed my leather jacket and walked outside, to the rose garden, and sat. The birds chirping away with no damn care in the world. I closed my eyes with the deep sent of roses filling my nose. "Hey Blaire.." a tiny voice said. "Hey Vi.. what's up?" "Mommy's in your room." She said in her quiet voice. She knew how much I hated her in my room. That's what I love about her. She ALWAYS does the right thing. No matter what. "Thanks Vi!" I say rubbing my hand on her head. I run up to my room and walk in to see my stepmom holding the only thing that everyone knows is out of bounds for various reasons. My picture. The picture of my mom, dad, and myself. The only thing I treasure more than that is my guitar. "We don't run out of the house. That's not very princess like now is it?" My stepmom says. "No. Now give me my picture!" I say. "This?" "YES!" I shout. But it was to late. RIIIIIIP and my picture is on the ground. In two. I drop to my knees picking up the pieces of my only family that cared. "Get up. The car will be here to get you three tomorrow. And dress nice."She says with poison in her voice, her heels clicking past me as tears fall on the ripped up picture of my once whole family.