Back For You
Chapter One
“Annabelle Josephine!” my mother yelled from downstairs.
“Whatever it is I didn’t do it!” I hollered, running down the stairs to find her.
“Annabelle,” she said, her voice sharpening.
“Mom,” I whined, “I told you to call me AJ. I hate the name Annabelle and you know it.”
“It was your grandmother’s name,” she said.
“So,” I whined some more, spinning in a circle, “she hated me anyway. Why can’t we just change it Aj so I don’t have to respond to Annabelle anymore?”
“Because I respect my mother,” my mom said.
“I don’t,” I muttered and she glared at me. “-Understand why you wouldn’t. Duh!” I finished, nervously chuckling.
“Oh, Annabelle why can’t you be anything like your sister?” my mother asked.
“Because,” I said, “I tend to take after Dad’s side of the family which is made up of who?”
“Uncle Mathers,” she said.
“Uncle Shady,” I corrected her and she rolled her eyes.
“What about Jazzy,” she asked.
“Jazzy is on your side of the family, yes, but she’s an acception,” I said. “She belongs on the Mather’s side.”
“That’s great,” my mother said, “now why are you down here?”
The little nine year old person inside my head jumped for joy, as I once again managed to throw my mother off track and get myself out of trouble.
“Just getting a snack,” I said, casually walking over to the fridge.
“Why are you always eating?” my mom asked as I took a huge bite of a donut.
“Because I’m always hungry,” I said with my mouth full and she sighed.
“Ladies don’t talk with their mouths full,” she said.
“Then call me a dude because, Momma, I just don’t care,” I said and I ran back upstairs to my room.
“AJ,” my dad said after I ran into him.
“Hi Daddy,” I said and he sighed.
“Why can’ you be more like Hannah?” he asked.
“Because Hannah’s boring,” I said and he glared at me.
“Hannah has straight A’s, she’s captain of the soccer team, she’s the lead in Romeo and Juliet at school, and she skipped 7th grade,” my dad said.
I sighed. “When are people going to get it through their thick heads that I don’t wanna be like Hannah!” I shouted and I stormed off to my room.
So that’s me, Annabelle Josephine Mathers. I hate my name (other than the Mathers part) so, please, call me AJ. I’m nine years old now and I’m always being compared to my thirteen year old sister, Hannah. She’s perfect, according to my parents and almost all of my mother’s side of the family. To my dad’s side, which is actually just Uncle Shady and Hailie, I’m the perfect one and Hannah’s like a rock.
I’ve got dark brown hair and green eyes. I want to dye the tips of my hair turquoise but my mom says ‘I’m not old enough.’ I find that funny because Hannah dyed her hair for the first time at eight…
So there’s a lot more stuff I could tell you but I’m not going to. I mean, first off I’m lazy and you need to do some thinking throughout this story as well. So, I guess this is where it starts.
My aunt (my mom’s sister who I cannot stand) lives in Ireland and takes pictures for school yearbooks. She decided to take me away from my lovely home of Boston and bring me to Ireland to help her. Now, I appreciate it, but I really don’t feel like spending a week with my aunt. All she’s going to do is compare me to Hannah all week anyway. Sometimes I wish there was more people who like me for me and not for who I could be if I was Hannah.
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