birthdays. grandparents live for that shit. but no, my sister's wedding is tomorrow, and my whole family is so excited about it, they forgot. i mean 17 isn't that big of a deal, but i would appreciate some recognition. but no, i live in grace's shadow. she's 21 and the star of the family. the pretty one too. then there's paul who's 14, and obsessed with boobs more than any guy i know. and there's kate who's 12, the baby, and is obsessed with R5 and thinks that she and Ratliff are going to get married. I mean who would name their child after a rat?
And then there's me. Cameron. 17 as of today. Junior in high school. Not failing, but not getting honors. I'm kind of just there, in between.
"kate!" paul screams. "get out of the fucking bathroom!"
"i told you not to swear paul!" dad shouts. it's hard having four kids and having to share the same bathroom.
"i can handle him dad." kate says through the door. "paul leave me alone and fantasize about megan fox somewhere else! like those playboy magazines under your bed!"
"paul jonaton winston!" dad shouts. "kate come out here too!" dad yells at the two of them and grace runs out of her room into the bathroom, her raunchy bathrobe clinging to her thin frame.
"god dammit grace!" dad screams pounding on the bathroom door!"
i giggle from my doorway. "don't you have something to do turdface!" paul laughes at me.
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i hurry down the stairs at 7:18 to get to my bus in time. "cam?" mom says. "do you have everything?"
i nod my head.
"have a great day sweetheart." she smiles gingerly.
"don't you have anything else to say?" i ask quietly.
"do you have a test or something?" mom asks confused.
"nevermind mom." i groan and storm out the door to the yellow metal death trap.
i get on the bus, dawning my favorite front porch step shirt and some ripped jeans and converse.
"let's play titanic." a pale freshmen says behind me. "i'll play iceberg and you go down." his blonde friend giggles.
"excuse me?" i retort, suddenly recognizing who the boys are. "michael. luke. those pick-up line won't get any girls."
"well cameron." michael winks at me. "i think they will pick-up girls at the spring-fling dance tonight, if ya know what i mean."
"no michael, i don't know." i scoff, turning back around in my seat and crossing my arms over my front.
"dude that totally worked!" luke whispered to his friend next to him.
"what's got you fed up?" reese says strolling down the aisle and taking a seat with me.
"freshmen." i glance back at michael and luke. "and my parents. they forgot my birthday. fan-fucking-tastic."
"parents are a drag cam." reese pats me on the back. "you get used to it."
"but they spend every second of everyday focusing on grace, the perfect one, or paul, the troublemaker, or kate, the baby. but never on cameron the nobody." i sigh.
"c'mon cam," reese tries to be optimistic. "today's your birthday. let's make it fan-fucking-tastic."
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a/n: I've had this pre written for a while and i want to see how this goes
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