three : invisible ink
• in which Demi's Little Sister feels like with her sisters social statuses she's not as important in their eyes, and is constantly getting pushed to the side
The house was quiet as you entered, your hands holding the straps of your black backpack tighter as your older sister dropped her keys on the table abandoning her backpack beside it as well. Her fading blonde ends hung over her shoulder as you watched her move numbly, again in a fit so dark the usual spark was almost completely snuffed out. You knew that once again all focus would be on her, you knew that again you'd get shoved to the side until she started feeling like herself again, and as much as it hadn't bothered you before it ticked you off now. You were just as important as her, weren't you? I mean you both had the same parents, the same siblings, the same chocolate colored eyes, you were the miniature version of her. What was so different that she deserved all the attention and you in turn deserved to be pushed aside?
"Mom, can Ava come over?" You pleaded as you followed Madison into the kitchen. You didn't pay your older sisters any mind, it had become normal to see Demi hanging around, the only difference this time was the yellow haired man was new a redheaded man and a grey puppy sat in his arms.
"Maddie's having Logan and Jayde over." She spoke before even casting glance in your direction. Your face fell, and the glare you casted towards your mother was enough for her to subconsciously look up from the pasta sauce she was stirring.
"It's my turn this week." You reminded the blonde haired women, the familiar sting behind your eyes was annoying and yet you knew that you couldn't prevent the tears from falling--you'd just have to prevent them for a little longer, you couldn't cry in front of them, they'd assume you were just being petty. "Maddie had her turn last week, and the week before that."
"M'sorry, babes. Next week, I promise, but last time you both had your friends over chaos broke out." Your mother reminded you of the fights, you and Madison at one another's throats all because your older sister decided you weren't allowed to be in the pool at the same time as her. Thinking about it, always did Madison have an issue with you and her doing the same thing. You always had to do something different, you always had to suffer.
That's how this all started. Now you got a week, and she go the next. It was an annoying system that often led to you being left out of plans, but of course Madison had found ways to cheat the system. She'd drive herself to parties, to her friends, to sporting events, you didn't understand why she was so hellbent on having the girls over if she could just as easily bring herself to them. You didn't have that advantage.
"You said that last week." You groaned, you rested your forearms on the wood of the counter, your eyes trained on the clock above the oven. You let out a defeated sigh, all you wanted was to hang out with a friend you were slowly losing. It was all her fault too. Madison was nothing but a bitch to you in school, she'd see you in the hallway and make a comment that caused your friends to shift uncontrollably. She'd be the reason you had to continuously cancel sleepover plans, and then when you finally got the all clear you had to cancel because Demi was coming home and your mother wanted it to just be family. Your friends were getting tired of the constant excuses. Ava was all you had left, and even she was at her wits end. You didn't blame her though, all this family did was cause unnecessary bullshit.
"Hey, common girlie, we can have fun." Dallas smiled at you from the other side of the kitchen having noticed your glum expression. You just closed your eyes ignoring her high pitched voice, the last thing you wanted was to hang out with any of them. You were tired of hanging out with them, tired of being known as Y/N De La Garza, you're Y/N, you have nothing to do with them. You're your own person.
