For those teens out there wishing that they, among their siblings, if it is even just one sibling, perhaps, who wish to be an only child: be careful what you wish for.

I am an only child. I will always be an only child. My mother can't have children anymore, so I'm stuck here alone on this island with no one who I can really relate to. I was born when my mom was 36, leaving me with cousins more than twice, or even thrice my age. You'd think that being the only daughter they'll ever have they'd spoil me with clothes and outings and parties: everything a teenage girl could ask for. Okay, so I'm partially spoiled on the part of clothes, but besides that, life like this sucks.

I'm sitting here on a Friday evening just begging for someone to come along and ask me to go to the movies or something. My friend Jessica, who normally comes to Carmike Theaters in Edinburgh with me, is out of town. Naxi is just being...there. I called and asked if I could sleep over. (By the way, Naxi is an only child too but with a much more interesting life.) She wanted to go to the movies too, but she said her house was dirty, so if she could sleep at my house. My mom is refusing to everything tonight. She's tired (as usual) and the house is messy (as usual), we have to go visit my grandma, whom of which I haven't seen in a week (as usual), and there's no money (as usual.) My dad is just a rich, greedy jackass (his salary is $9,000 a month!!) who doesn't give either of us a dime, so I'm not going to ask him. He's not home anyway. So Naxi tells me that her mom has to use to phone and that she'll call me back to talk about it. So I wait and talk to Omar for a while and he says that if we went to the movies he'd meet me there, oh and by the way, he says, your singing is beautiful. Thanks.

So I call Naxi back and find out that while her mom is long finished with using the phone, Naxi decided to call Alyssa instead of me. "I'll call you right now, okay?" She says, her phrasing hypocritical but usual and her tone perky. "What are you doing?" "Talking to Alyssa about my little problems." "Oh, well...okay." "Alright, bye," she says kindly. What I wanted to say was, "What the hell? That's nice. You say you'll call me, your best friend and sister back, the one you go to for problems, and yet you call someone else? Yeah. Real nice. Bye." I don't, though, because we've been in an off and on fight and I don't want anything to do with it. I don't like fighting with her. She's really perfect, and always wins. She should be a lawyer. That and I hate fighting with her because I don't want to lose her.

Now I'm here thinking. Maybe, just maybe if I had a sibling he or she would take me to Carmike. That would be so great. I was supposed to have a twin and an older brother, but God didn't let it happen. They say that something good always comes out of God's desicions, but at the time, this isn't good.

Lordie. I want a sibling. Thank God for yours.