Elora's (p.o.v)
I was always the second option. The less wanted one. Never important. Never anyone's first choice. And maybe always their last. Do you know what that feels like?, well it hurts, even until now. Its been like that for so long. Between my siblings, i'm the forgotten one. Between a group of friends, i don't even have anyone to call a best friend no matter how badly i wanted it. Between me and my (now) ex, well he was always talking to other girls, you can see where that lead to. Its like no one wants to stay by my side, like as if i bring bad luck.
It seems that no one wanted to stand up for me or try hard for me. It really really hurts. I grew up in such a strict household and that didn't make it any better. My parents nagged me everyday, for everything big or small. I have three older siblings, me being the youngest but as always, it was the one and only me that they wanted to piss off. I had a passion for reading books, romance being my favorite. I was not to read romance my parents said because they didn't "like" it. Its like they forget its my life not theirs. It really stresses me out, I feel i'm being caged in the house kept as a prisoner and i am not okay with that.
"I'm off ma'am" I say as I walked past her bedroom where she sits on her bed every morning. what type of child has to call their mum 'ma'am'. Me. She looked up, giving me an eye roll and muttering something under her breath. I stood there lips tucked in and reached for the front door just near my mum's room.
"Put some make up its your first day and you look horrible, Jesus". She half whispered half yelled. My oldest brother, Trevor, snickered and I paused for a while, then slowly turned around back to my room.
I stood in front of the mirror looking at my reflection. A girl with dark ebony hair, chiseled, high cheekbones with a glowing light tan stared back. Was I really that ugly? Tears welled up making my jet black eyes gloss. I chewed my lips to stop the tears that i considered was a sign of weakness and applied a small amount of mascara. That would do. I plugged in my earphones and played a song and grabbed my belongings and with that I went out of my room and I'm pretty sure i heard my older sister, Maeve say something and it probably wasn't pretty.
"Who's gonna drop me, sir?"(aka dad) I asked looking around. Everyone's eyes were wide in surprise and Jaden, the third oldest, gave a stifled laugh.
"Drop you? oh honey who said anyone was gonna drop you" Jaden cooed. Oh i really hate them.
"But da- sir, how would I bring my things?" I babbled.
"There's something called public transport Hun" My dad pointed out like it wasn't the most obvious thing in the world.
"But, but my thi-"
"Oh dear look at the time its late El, toodleloo" Maeve snarled and pushed me out the front door along with my stuff and slammed the door. Inside i heard cackling and the clink of glass cups.
College was about 35 minutes from where I live and I had to take the bus. Along with the big ass torn suitcase Maeve shoved at me to 'keep' she had said. Woo great my own suitcase.
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Be My First
Любовные романыI was always the second option. The less wanted one. Never important. Never anyone's first choice. And maybe always their last. Do you know what that feels like?, well it hurts, even until now. Its been like that for so long. My names Elora and well...