Chapter 2

I wake up to pots and pans clinging together in the kitchen, I look at my phone that was on the table and see it's 8:05 am. I sense a small panic rise in my chest as I look back at my phone looking for the date, Saturday March 28th. I sigh of relieve, no school and its my birthday.

I hear a faint knock on my door then someone enters "Happy birthday my dear" my mother says and comes to kiss my head, but I jerk backwards. She was already dressed in dark blue jeans and a pink blouse.

"Mom please, leave me alone, I want to sleep" I say under my breath. She looks at me with her big brown eyes and a sad face, her lips in a pout. She has thin light pink lips, a big pointy crooked nose and a round face. She was rather tall for a woman; she had some meat on her but skinny legs and arms. Her hair was dark with grey in it, they where always in a tight slick ponytail and they were long to the bottom of her back.

I just wanted her to leave! My sister Ava peeked in the room, looking at me. I could only see her face through the opening of the door. Light brown hair with dark blond locks, it was all natural, they were long and thick similar to our mother, however she hated having them in a ponytail and always in her face. She has dark green eyes, a small nose like mine but hers was a bit pointy like a witch. Her lips where thin almost non existing, her face was round and even if she wasn't fat, she always had a double chin. Before she could say anything, I yelled "Get out of here, you know I don't want you in my room! Leave me alone."

"Happy birthday" she said promptly before leaving the entrance of my room.

"Dawn Pace" I hear my mother say with and firm voice "Why did you scream at her? She wanted to wish you happy birthday!"

I look at her then look away to say nothing, its my birthday, I can do what I want!

She looks at me waiting for an answer. Knowing I won't answer "You're lucky it's your day" she says leaving without closing the door.

"Mom, close the door!" feeling annoyed at her.

She always pisses me off, why is Ava her favorite? Ava is a pest, always making me get in trouble for nothing. She is always close and wanting to be with me, it's infuriating.

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My father, Noah, never wanting me yet loving my older sister. He would buy her clothes, food, toys later give her money to go to the candy shop. Nevertheless, she always gave me half of everything he gave her, I still had that rage in me. He didn't want me, he told me himself, wishing my mother had somehow gotten rid of me. As soon my mother told him she was pregnant again well he left her. Wasn't long for him to come back for my sister even though I was his spitting image, and I was the one with his eyes. His eyes as blue as the sky on a hot summer day, everyone on his side of the family had them, except for my sister.

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Now I'm awake might as well just go eat breakfast. I sit on the side of the bed "What am I going to do today?" I ask myself, looking at my phone. I get up walking to the closet and choosing a pair of black jeans "that will do", I walk to the dresser and open the second drawer "Hmmm.." as I choose the black shirt with a big V neck just to piss off mom, I don't care. I change in my clothes and throw the PJ on my bed.

I walk out of my room to the kitchen, no one pays attention to me, I open the fridge and go to drink some milk from the carton.

"Use a glass" I hear my mother, while trying to make my 4-year-old brother, Jeffrey, eat. He was the spitting image of my mother, dark brown hair, same color eyes, but his nose was as cute as a button and small. He was sitting at the end of the enormous wood dinning table, you could sit 6 and it was taking the whole space in the kitchen, last night I could barely see the thing.

"Yes, mom" I sigh.

My stepfather, Eric, walks in. Nice blue eyes which change to green, dirty blond hair, with age they had darken. He was quite large with a big nose and full lips. He was rather tall and had a big belly.

"Listen to your mother" he says with a calming voice. "Happy birthday"

"Thanks Eric" I smile at him. He returns my smile.

I grab a croissant on the table and head to the living room next to the kitchen. The room was the same size as the kitchen with a 3-place sofa, black with tiny dots made of different colors against the kitchen wall, stairs to the second floor are to the right beside the front door. The TV was in the corner to the left, it was in a nun dresser that we converted, it was taking up almost all of the wall. It had lost of shelves for all our movies at least 200 of them, with double or triple rows of movie cases. A wood computer desk was on the left wall between the sofa and TV. Our black computer on it which was rather old, since 2008. I hop on the wooden chair and boot it up.

Suddenly, I feel sick to my stomach, pain going through my body and I sense everything around me. My mother, Eric and brother are in the kitchen, my sister in her room upstairs, every sound is muffled and my sight is cloudy. I sense myself drift away.