Just for Fun
Prologue:
I’ve never fit in, but then again I’ve never really tried. From the very beginning it was made clear to me that the being the same as everybody else wasn’t a place I wanted to be in. That’s not to say my parents were hippies or anything, quiet contrary, strict military father and an ultra conservative mother, uniform in every way. What made me form the opinion that most 70 year olds have yet to form was the arrival of my sister. Three years younger and the second girl, we were roped together more time than I can count, matching shirts, dresses, shoes even haircuts, it was clear to me that we were a packaged deal. This did not sit well with me. Being the stubborn child I was, I did the only thing that I could think of to create an identity, my identity. I became the bad one.
Fast-forward thirteen cakes, candles and years to my 16th birthday. Though I had yet to actually do something worth being ashamed of, I was the cause of the most headaches, tears and sore throats. Being the oldest meant that fairness and equality were things that I need to work to receive for I had no one before me to pave the way. It had long since been my goal to create such a path in the thicket of life for my sister and brother (he came much, much later). However like I mentioned before, I had only achieved the bare minimum in this goal. Yet blowing out my candles on my cake (I baked myself) and unwrapping the present (I got the Catcher and the Rye, from myself…. Sensing a trend?) I had an epiphany, a dawning. My life with my parents was almost over, gone, so why was I still playing it safe with my actions? Stirring up only enough to be known but not enough to be noticed? As I sat in the dark I vowed that this would be the year for me, for my mischievous rights as the eldest. For my life to actually start.
**Hey guys this is new story I'm working on, what do you think.
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