Forgotten

The arrival // chapter 1

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I got out of the Taxi giving the driver the money, plus a tip. I watch the yellow and black vehicle drive away down the long street in a blur. I look down at my feet. Standing an inch away from the edge of the driveway I look up and the strange house, that is supposed to be mine. Why am I not surprised there's a new Porsche in the driveway? Rolling my eyes a grab the handle of my suitcase lugging it up. I could feel myself getting anxious, not ready to step back into my old life. Being the first day back from boarding school I don't know what to expect when I see my family. Realizing that I had been standing at the door for a few minutes now, nervously I grab the door handle and push the door open.

        "Hello?" I speak my voice traveling through the large mansion.

I look around, taking it all in. I haven't stood in this house for 7 years. Mostly it was the same. A small glass chandelier hung up in the entryway, and large windows looked across the pond in the backyard. Fancy leather couches, heck it even smelt the same. Still, it was very odd being back. Very, very odd. I felt like I was in a hazy dream, or a distant memory, it all felt too surreal to be back. In many ways, it was very different then what I had remembered. I looked around, and photos of my brother and parents lined the wall. Not a single one including me, I sighed. Figures, I never would send them my ugly school pictures. But one old photo at least would be fine?

Not even thinking, I find myself automatically walking upstairs on my way to my old room. I was nervous but excited to see all of my old memories. When I walked into the room though, I found something very different than my old room. I'm going to kill him..

"JACKSON!"

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For what seemed like an eternity I sat on the bench of his equipment. I placed my hands on my face.

How could they turn my bedroom into a workout room? Had they really forgotten about me? I picked up the jersey that was lying on the floor. It was a lacrosse jersey. Since when had Jackson been playing lacrosse?

I heard footsteps in the hallway, I stood up looking at the door. It was Jackson.

I almost didn't recognize him, I mean I've known him all my life, but the guy standing here was like a ghost.

"Jenny? What are you doing here?" He said looking at me confused.

"A nice hello and a hug would've been fine. " I said in a bitter tone.

"And what the hell did you do to my bedroom?!" I said putting out my arm to get across my point. I was angry but somehow a tiny bit relieved to see my adopted brother.

"I... We had no idea you were coming home?" he said with a blank look on his face.

Of course, my parents never mentioned me. I only sent them a hundred letters and emails.. I sighed. I walked past him.

Since Jackson was adopted after his real parents died in a car crash, we've never been that close. We are the same age, and when I was 7 shortly after Jackson arrived my mom thought it was a good idea to send me to France to a $5,000,000 school. I was always the bad child of the family and even though they never mentioned it I think they wanted to have a fresh start with Jackson. I was always jealous of how they put him first and he wasn't even their blood. Not to mention now it's like I'm completely forgotten and these people are strangers.

I was snapped back into reality when Jackson mumbled something about lacrosse practice and soon I was all alone once again.

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It was almost the same as when I had left when my parents got home.

"Jenny! I can already tell you are more behaved from boarding school! and you look so beautiful and grown up." My mom said pulling me into a hug and smashing me against her fake boobs and diamond necklace. I almost gagged at all of her perfume.

"I promise we'll fix up your room." She grabbed her purse, handing me a wad of money.

"Go out and buy something nice, I'll make sure chad brings your new convertible tomorrow morning. You have your license, right? Well for now darling I'm going on a spa weekend with some of the girls, and you know your father he's a very busy attorney he's on a business trip. Cya in a few." and with that, she left. I opened the wad of cash it was eight one hundred dollar bills. I sighed throwing the money on the table.