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"Reagan gets up now you a lazy turd burger, we're going to be late."

I threw a pillow at the door in the annoyance of being woken up from yet again another dream. "Bite me Jake" I shouted in frustration, always at the good parts way to go bro. I heard the cackles of my brother whilst he walked back downstairs to the kitchen or his car.

I jumped out of bed and went to the wardrobe getting out my uniform which consisted of baggy trousers, a t-shirt that hugs my rolls too tight, I look like a damn Michelin man, do not even get me started on this thing they like to call a blazer, I call it a straight jacket to be exact.

On a hot day I have to put baby oil on my arms just to get the damn thing on, mum said they just got a little extra material on them, she's making fun of me of course.

I'm the only one in this house with a little extra padding, well a lot of padding more cushion for the pushing as boys would say, but not to me, it makes me wonder sometimes if I'm even their biological daughter.

I suck in a breath chuckling to myself. After showering minimally to save water, I went and sat down at the mirror "Oh damn, you frightened me," I said to myself.

I opened my drawer to see that bitch has done it again, I got up stomping across the landing to the thief's door.

Banging on her door loudly she peeks through the crack, "Liv you took my eyeliner again, go buy your own," she flicked her eyelashes at me, "Moi simply borrowed it, it's not like you need it to do you, I'm the one with a boyfriend," I rolled my eyes at her. Oh, my days let me tell you though, she does, have a boyfriend, It's none other than Daryl Williams, he's a  midfielder on my brother's football team, I have had a small crush on that guy in like forever, so have half the school he's also one of my brothers best mates, his other best mate Cal Forrester is my hubby to be, but only in my dreams of course.

Ever since my bro brought that guy home one evening I've been in love with him, but he would never date me he was way out of my league, he was a demi-God, created to perfection why the hell would he want me when he had girls throwing themselves at him daily, I shook my head trying to throw the mental picture to the back of my mind gets real Reagan, you have noooooo chance.

I've often thought of doing him on my brother's bed ugh my perverted mind will kill me one day, hey your right, this fat girl can dream can't she suddenly I was feeling unhappy.

Anyway back to my sister, Daryl, and Liv, are like royalty of Beechwood high, but mind you it kinda needs something, It's a right dumping ground, it consists of airheads, bimbettes, not forgetting dick brains, and then my sister, brother, then me the one right at the bottom of the food chain, or school hierarchy as they like to call it.

I remember once discussing this with my mum, asking her if I was the milk man's cause he was a big guy, he used to give me a carton of juice free of charge whenever he delivered my mum's milk it didn't go down well, but I had to know, I was young at the time it confused me that I had no resemblance to my siblings at all.

Liv stood at about 5ft 6 very petite, long blonde hair, sea-blue eyes, perfect size Acup, I kid you not. She was just flawless, then came to my brother ugh... if only incest was a thing I'd be tapping that LOL.

He stood at 6ft3, brown tousled hair, piercing hazel eyes, his face was chiselled like a Demi-god for christ’ sake, he was the captain of the football team at school, a total jock his only weakness was me, his baby sister.

Ohhhh you're waiting for it right..... You want to know why I think I'm adopted, well here goes, I'm 5ft 4, big tata's, wide hips, red hair that flows into corkscrew curls, brown muddy eyes weighing in at around 14st, so how can you see my argument.

After slapping my chops twice my mum sent me to bed with no tea.

If that wasn't bad enough she finished the moment off by telling me it was probably my love for food that made me see no resemblance because I have put on too much weight. Even though it hurt she was right, but I was not going to feel guilty about it.

Slamming my bedroom door shut I spent a good hour searching my room for something to eat, When times get hard and mum wants to clamp down on me Ty brings me food, and sometimes handfuls off snacks, so I won't go hungry, he's so good to me. 

I had already gone through my secret stash it was nothing but empty wrappers, I could feel the onset of an anxiety attack as I began to take deep breaths, just then as I was about to cry, I spotted a biscuit down the side of my dresser. Hallelujah! I savoured every last bit, of that biscuit like it would be my last meal, I know kinda dramatic, but I was hungry.

So while my sister is forever boasting about having it large with Daryl Williams, I was having it large with food, what can I say it's a beautiful relationship, it never argues back with me, it just let me devour It's every last mouth full, it is so not fair.

Beep! Beep! I jumped at the sound of Jake, beeping his horn brought me back to here and now, I grabbed my backpack off the dresser running downstairs, and out to Jake's car.

“You ok sis? I shook my head in anger, “No that bimbette went and stole my eyeliner again Jake chuckled, "How many times have I told you, take no notice of the iron queen," whilst ruffling my hair smirking at me.

Jake was without a doubt my favourite sibling, we had this click, we shared everything including food, mates, his free time, his car, our rooms, my knowledge of math, no I'm not a boffin or anything like that, It's just I listen, taking notes. Oh! ok, I have the hugest crush on my math teacher, Mr Hendrix.

Oh! my, what my mind has done to that a teacher over and over again, woo I shivered at the thought. "I know that look Rea, who you perving over again" Jake chuckled. I glared at him. "When I lose my V card you will be the first to know but it's highly unlikely" Jake sighed at my self-loathing turning the radio on to drown out his silent cursing.

I'm indeed Seventeen, I'm boy crazy, but I'm not stupid, I know the guys who go to my school either bully me or talk to me because of my brother, no one fancies me.

I even have a diary where I plot out how my first time will go. The boy's names who I fancy etc, how I felt about myself, every time I harmed myself and why I wrote so much about it I run out of pages.

Life could not be any worse, but it did get worse! Mum found my diary, oops, she went beetroot red when she read the filth I had written, my brother stuck up for me even tried saying it was his girlfriends, but that was out of the question, when every single page had my name all over it, after going as red as a beetroot, she walked out grounding me for the fifteenth time this week.

Jake sat on my bed I curled up in his lap like I always did, and he soothed me by playing with my hair.

I was so embarrassed knowing Jake knew how I felt about Cal, but he didn't bring it up instead he started telling me things will change for the better, that I'm to ignore twats who call me names because he will kick their heads in, that they're just jealous because I'm so god-damn unique.

But I know now how to handle that kind of people, I have been handling them since the night I tried to take my life, however, he was right about one thing, things will change for me because Reagan, Louise, Charles will make sure of it.

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