Adore You

“It’s my birthday..Lighten the fuck up.” My older sister, Brittany, hissed at me, as I started to clear the kitchen table from tonights dinner, of mothers homemade shit or what she called ‘pasta’. I looked away from my sister and made my way to the sink, placing down all of the dishes and silverware.

“Kirsten.” I heard my fathers musky voice call out my name, “Listen to your sister.’” Brittany had just turned 23, today, so that somehow gave her right to be a brat to me, her 20 year old “little sister”. Yet, I did as told, finished clearing the table, cleaning the pot my mother cooked the noodles in, cleaned the counter and then walked straight past my family and to my room upstairs. My room was directly across from Brittney’s, my name painted in pink on the door.

Sighing, I laid down on my bed, staring at the white ceiling, partially hoping I would just drift off into my sleep, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. I’d be up until the darkest hours of night, sitting here on my laptop doing nothing of any importance, like I did every night.

It had been an exhausting day, my parents and I stayed home celebrating my sister’s 23rd birthday. She had been irritating me from the moment I bumped into her in the morning, until twenty minutes ago, when she basically told me to lighten up.

Brittney was the star of the Williams family.

She had gotten everything she had ever wanted, from our parents, our grandparents, people in high school, even in college, but no one really ever knew her. Not the way I do. But she looked good. Had good grades, nice body, accepted into a good college, a nice car, expensive clothes, a decent boyfriend that some drooled over, and the ability to have anyone she wanted wrapped around her finger. She is what my parents call a “success”.

When really she was just a bitch. Who sits in her room smoking, paying our fifteen year old neighbor to do her homework, cheats on her boyfriend with all of his friends, and would waste all of the money off of our dad’s credit card. But of course no one knew that.

She made me look bad and I hated it.

Not to mention, the rest of the weekend would consist of parties for her from her friends and the rest of our large family, at the house. I had seriously considered locking myself in my room for the weekend, but I knew my parents would freak or I would need to have my room “available” in case the party got out of hand.

“Kirsten!” My mother’s voice traveling up the stairs.

Rolling my eyes, I walked to my room, grasped the handle and opened it, yelling “What?” in response.

“Do you have a present for your sister?” She half whispered to me from the bottom of the stairway.

“No.” I said softly. “Why? It’s not like she’s turning 21.”

“Take daddy’s credit card and buy her something.” My mom hissed at me.

“No.” I said turning to go back into my room. Although I would probably end up doing something with her to make up for the fact that I didn’t buy her anything, I would end up paying for something for her; which was better anyway. But I hated presents and getting one for my sister? I’d rather not.

My phone then lit up, from where it was, just laying on my bed. Practically running to it, I grabbed my iPhone and open the text I had recieved from my sister, stating, You don’t have to get me something. We’ll go out at some point.

Aggorgently I responded, I know.

Notes

HEY! :) This is the first chapter and I hope you guys enjoy it and PLEASE tell me what you think, would mean the world<3.

oxo Morgan.