OK this is my first FF ever so sorry if it isn't that great.... and FYI actually some of this is true. Just not the whole knowing the Jonas Brothers part ...
Chapter 1
I stared uncomfortably at the UFO on my plate. "What’s that? I asked
"Escargot" My Aunt replied.
“Which is….?”
“Snails” She replied.
“Oh. Well, I’m a vegetarian”
“Eat the food!” She said in a mean tone.
“I DON’T WANT YOUR STINKIN SNAILS!!! I DON’T WANT DEAD ANIMAL!!”
“Well I’m sorry but I’m just not hungry!” My aunt sighed.
Here I was. A living hell. It was the 4th of July, at my Aunt’s snobby country club. Extravagant tables covered the clean stone ground. A harpist played soft music. Men and women in black clothing carried around platters of expensive looking food I had never seen before. Husbands were talking on their phones and wives were sneaking away to the ladies room to check their makeup. Bratty children where whining about various things. The whole place was just an unbelievable sight.
I wasn’t meant to be here. I’m a farm girl. Everywhere around home is farmland. I spend the days lying on my back in the middle of the field, staring at the sky, or riding in woods, and yelling MOO! Back at the cows. Back at home, social status didn’t matter. People were simply people. Friendly and hardworking. We didn’t take thing for granted and sure weren’t rich or spoiled. The exact opposite of this place…
“Bailey!!!!” Screamed my cousins Courtney and Brittney. “Go get that waiter and ask him for more drinks!” They pointed across the room. I sighed. Brittney and Courtney were a year younger than me. Courtney was my aunt’s daughter and Brittney was like me, just visiting. They were the most spoiled children I had ever met. I guess they considered me a friend, but I sure didn’t. I remember how I always thought they were people I could count on as best friends, that was until last November. I remember calling Courtney wanting to get away from all the trauma In our community. I just wanted to talk to someone about Cassie’s suicide. I remember calling her and telling her the whole story about my friend’s death, the whole dramatic story, and all she said was “Oh that stinks.” Then went on about some new dance she learned. I never trusted her after that.
I vowed never to come here to Massachusetts again. But that all changed when the Jonas Brothers had a concert here. I jumped on the opportunity, babysitting and saving money for a ticket. I bought the tickets, and was so excited. Courtney kept asking “how good are the seats? Are they good?” Well at least she is a tiny bit smart by liking the Jonas Brothers. But turns out I was wrong. “What’s your favorite song?” I asked eagerly, that day back in April “Uh…When you look inside my heart?” Ok, she didn’t even know the name of one song, and she had been annoying me for good tickets? Good thing you can’t see looks of disgust over the phone.
“You mean Look Me in the Eyes?” I was still shocked.
“Um…yeah. That one” She continued on about her trip to New York City.
This is how it had always been between me and everyone on my mom’s side of the family. They all could care less about me. Sometimes it hurt so bad, when everyone at Christmas got presents besides me or all the girls went shopping besides me. But I knew I had to stay strong. Everything was going to get better someday. But for now, I had to go find the waiter…..
