The Evolution of a Drowning Butterfly

Prologue

I have come to the conclusion that life sucks. Family sucks. Friends suck. Boyfriends suck. Everything. Unless, of course, you're Gabby Devairo. Then everything is sunshine and God-blessed butterflies.

But for a normal person, at a new school, living a new life, the butterflies are pushed away by a constant downpour of rain. Your mother and step-father "don't understand what has gotten into you," so they send you to therapy. Then your therapist says that you, "have some emotional issues."

Hell, yeah, I have emotional issues! What teenager doesn't? I spend every moment holding back tears, or keeping ugly words from escaping my lips. Most of the time a feel like a cannon about to go boom and obliterate everything in my path.

Sometimes, I want to. I want to be the rain drop that keeps the butterflies from flying, just so I don't have to be stuck on the ground alone. That's what I am; alone. No one understands what I'm going through, not the boyfriend who recently became my ex, not even my own mother.

Two and a half months ago, my mom and dad divorced. Two months ago, my mom remarried. One month ago, my real dad died. Three weeks ago, we moved from our large, busy city to a tiny, farming one. All I can see is a pattern of grief and upset stomachs. The life of a drowning butterfly.

Two weeks.

That's how long it took for my mom to "get over" my dad. Of course, it might've helped that she was cheating on him, but I'm the only person who knows that. I figured it out on my own. The late night phone calls. The "going out for lunch with an old buddy from boarding school." Then, out of nowhere, my mom wants a divorce. How could she not have been?

So now I was stuck at a new school, with new people who pay no attention to the poor messed up new girl. That's okay, though; because I pay just as much attention to them as they do to me. When we moved, I left everything and everyone that was important to me. And my mother wonders why I'm upset. Ever since she married Stephen, my douche of a step-father, it's like the only thing she cares about is making him happy. I am left to do my own work, make my own meals, and take care of my two younger siblings, Jordan and Claire. They're twins and a handful. My mother spends her week at work from seven to seven. Then she and the douche spend the weekends at our lake house, leaving me to take care of the kids. And now that we've moved, I don't even have friends to help me out. I am utterly alone.

I start school back from winter break tomorrow. I'll continue on my pattern of being ignored and devastated. Well, here's to the "bright, bright" future.

Whatever.