The Youngest Child
Chapter One
I always thought it was funny. How my older sister could do something and it would be fine, but then I would do something similar and there would be consequences. I always knew I was different. I mean, I'm not adopted or anything, but I'm different than my brother and sister. My parents treated me differently than they treated them. I guess I lived my life differently than my siblings did. I always thought that I was the one that lived life right, the only one who did high school right. Well, I guess I'm not really talking about my brother, I'm mostly comparing my sister and I. We did things differently, and apparently, in her eyes, I did it wrong.
My name is Ellie. Not Eleanor, just Ellie. If you call me Eleanor I will throw a fit and probably hate you for the rest of my life.... Well, I guess that's not a very long time.
I was born in mid September in 1995 to two very loving parents. Parents who already had a six year old son and a three year old daughter. They were the perfect all American family. Two parents, still together, and an older son to protect their younger daughter. Well, at least until I came along. My parents and my sister like to make sure people know that I wasn't exactly planned. My parents decided they did not want another child, because to the rest of the world, they were the perfect family. Then, a few weeks later, oops. Their perfect family was ruined by an innocent child. A child who had no choice, and no control over what she was getting into.
My name is Ellie. Not Eleanor, Just Ellie. In late July of the year 2013, I ran away from home.
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