Back up in my room I stood in front of the mirror gazing at myself. "Why am I so fat?" I asked myself out loud. "No wonder boys don't like me." I said while poking the 120 pounds that made up my stomach. Man I'm hungry! Must be an effect from the drug. My mother was the one that told me to never do drugs, and she kept me out of trouble.
I miss her so much. I still have flashbacks of her lying on that bed. My strong mother that could do anything in the world, at her weakest moment, and I could do nothing about it. I remember being four years old with the perfect life, then coming into my mothers bedroom and seeing her there. The color was totally gone from her once rosy cheeks. Let me not forget to mention that my mother was the most beautiful person on earth. She was also the nicest and the gentlest. I can still feel her hand on my own cheek, trying to get me to fall asleep when I was very young. Singing to me softly some familiar lullaby that I had forgotten long ago.
Now I think of my brother and that hate he had for her. I still wonder to this day how anyone could hate my mother. Especially her very own son, the one she carried for nine months and cared for most of his life. Makes me wonder how he could of done a thing like the one he did that night. None of this would have happened if he hadn't of poisoned her. If it wasn't for my selfish brother then I wouldn't be here now, in the position that I'm in. I would be talking to my mother right now instead of thinking of the memories that I have of her. But I'm glad I have these memories. I'm also glad that they caught my brother. I wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes ever again. I'm sure he wouldn't be able to look at me either.
I'm sure my brother was responsible for the death of my father also. If he didn't brutally take my mother's life, then my father would also be here. With my mother being gone and my brother arrested, my father couldn't take it. We were staying at a hotel overnight for my mothers funeral, and I guess he couldn't bear to see her like this, so late at night he snuck out the back door and jumped over the railing. The fall broke his neck. That's when my grandparents took the job of my real parents and raised me as their own. This all took place on my fifth birthday.
So now I am here, getting ready to go to the Hanson's house and be tortured by more like Zac. Gee, can't wait.
I put on my black blouse, knee length black skirt with fish-net stockings, did my hair, and went downstairs.
My mom unlocked the door. Before she even had a chance to pull the key out, I was inside and halfway up the stairs. I ran through our lounge, and right into my bedroom where I found my two brothers lying on their beds starring off into space.
"Guys, you'll never guess what just happened." I shouted while jumping on my bed in pure giddiness. "I just met the most awesome girl, and she lives next-door. She's gothic chick. You know how hot gothic chicks are, and she's coming here for dinner right now! Well, in a half hour I mean. Oh, what will I wear?"
I quickly rushed to the closet, and started wildly pulling out stuff. Isaac and Taylor gave me the most bizarre look.
"Slow down Zac, take it easy. Now, can you put that into slow terms for us not so overzealous people here that are trying to understand you?" Isaac said in his slow droning voice.
"Hot-girl-com-ing-here-in-thir-dy-min-utes." I spelled out for him mocking his slow tone. As soon as that was said, I resumed my struggle with the closet.
"How hot? How old is she? What's her name? And somebody stop me!" my other brother Taylor said while impersonating Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World and thrusting his hips forward in the oh-so-famous'shwing' position.
"Hey, hands off her, she's mine! I saw her first!" I protested. I was not about to let this one get away from me. "Her name is Quaker, she's 16, she's totally babelichius, and I will hold you down from trying to get her because I repeat again SHE'S MINE!!!!"
"Alright Zac, we get the point." Isaac said while walking over to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. I could see right over the top of his head. I love being taller than him. "I'll help dress you up for your girlfriend."
He then went over to my huge pile of clothes on the floor and held up a pair of bright yellow pants with an orange t-shirt. I gave him a sarcastic look and turned my nose up at it.
"Dude, remember she's gothic. Think misery. Think dismal..." I said
"Ike, in other words think black." Taylor finished my sentence for me. Cutting off my speech like he always does. I guess it makes him feel superior to me on TV and crap like that, but I wish he wouldn't do it at home.
Isaac returned to the clothing pile, and rummaged around in it for what seemed like an eternity, until finally he emerged holding up a tight black t-shirt, and baggy black skaterish pants that I haven't wore since before the MMMbop days. The outfit looked good in a way, so I guess it was worth a try.
I took the clothes from him and just stood there.
"Well, are you going to try them on?" he asked inpasantly.
"Turn around." I demanded while spinning my finger around in a circle in front of myself as if this would show him what to do.
"Zac, just change. It's not like I haven't seen you in your boxers before! Heck, I've seen you butt naked much more than once in your life."
"Yeah, and when was the last time when that happened? I was probably eight or something."
"No, it was actually last week when you were peeing with the bathroom door open and I was unfortunate enough to walk by."
Taylor snicked from the corner and I fumed.
"Oh, who cares smart ass, just turn around!"
Isaac finally turned around, and I put on the clothes. The pants just fit me, and the shirt was tight. A little too tight if you ask me, you could see everything through it.
"Hey guys, do you think that this shirt is too tight for me?"
"Nah. Not if you want to show off what little pecks you have." Taylor teased.
"I wouldn't be talkin Mr. Anorexic."
"I'm not anorexic, I'm just really really skinny."
"Yeah, sure you are."
"Well I feel violated."
"Will somebody do my hair?" I asked. I didn't feel like messing with my own hair. Plus someone else could always do it better than I could.
"I will!" My little sister Avery said very enthusiastically suddenly appearing in the door frame.
"How long have you been there?" I asked her suspiciously.
,p> "Long enough to know that you have a crush on the new neighbor big boy!"
I growled at her. She really does know how to get on my nerves the right way. Sometimes I just want to ring her little neck.
She growled back at me and gave me the look that I patented; the look that could make a huge biker dude melt at her cuteness. People often say that we look exactly alike. I can see the resemblance at times, but I'm sure it's not as strong as everyone says it is; but that's just my opinion. When I was still short, about 10 years old, and she was around 6, people thought that we were twins. Well, the fact was that even at the young age I still managed to tower over her, so I don't see how that is possible. Some even joked around by calling us clones of each other. Neither of us liked that very much, because at that age we looked at each other as ugly. At this time in my life, I see her as a cute little girl. She still thinks I'm ugly. Some things never change.
Nevertheless I sat down and handed her a brush and a hair tie. She can't screw it up to much can she?
,p> She started brushing my hair.
"Ouch!" I winced as she hit a knot, tugging at it. "Dear gosh woman! Don't pull my hair out. I don't want to go bald this early in my life!"
"Well if you would stay still, then maybe I wouldn't have to tug so hard."
I wasn't moving....was I?
"By the way, when the neighbors do come over your not going to say anything to them about what you heard right?"
She just smirked at me and tugged at another one of my knots.
"Avery, your not going to say anything right?" I said while winceing.
She just smirked again. "What will you give me if I keep my mouth shut?"
"Well, what do you want?"
She stopped brushing my hair, and put her hand in front of my face rubbing her thumb and first two fingers together to make the money symbol. I reluctantly took a 10 out of my pocket and put it in her hand. She look down at it disgusted and cleared her throat.
"Hey, I gave you something."
"Well, do you want me to tell?"
I shook my head no.
"Well then, make me happy."
Meet my sister, the haggler. She could also be called the weasel, sneak, and thief. I know she would tell them too if I didn't please her. I had no other choice but to take a 5 out of my pocket and place it in her hand. She smiled at me, and finished brushing my hair and put it up in a neat ponytail.
"Thanks." I grumbled as she skipped out of the room. "And you better not tell!" I screamed after her. If she tells, she's dead.