January - Monday
570 Words
10/01/2020
I'm surprised that I have chosen to write in you again.
It was quite... pleasant "spilling my guts" to an inanimate object. At least you can't judge me.
My mother and step-family would judge me.
Mom tries not to be judgmental, and I suppose she isn't.
Mom is just too much of a perfectionist.
She has always wanted the perfect life.
A life with successful children, a loving husband with a good job and she wanted a good job as well.
Mom says she would be happy as long as the people she loves are happy, then she is happy.
I wonder if that includes my father?
Yes, Journal, you heard that right.
My parents are still in love with each other.
They deny it, but when you've known them as long and as well as I do, it becomes as clear as day.
Mostly it's the little things: The way they speak to each other and look at each other, the wistful look in their eyes when they think or hear of the other.
But it'ts also the big things: The fact that mom spends most of her alone time crying while looking through pictures of her and dad.
The fact that dad always finds an excuse to talk to mom (and the fact that she doesn't protest).
I suppose romantic love is just complicated.
Hence why I have never been interested in having a romantic relationship.
Mom would say that I'm just young and that I'll experience it one day.
I hope I won't have to. Ever.
ANYWAY.
School starts tomorrow.
You're lucky you don't have to deal with a school full of idiots (though I suppose you do since I have to write about them).
All my step-sisters are excited for school.
Clara, the oldest, is excited to see her boyfriend again.
Giselle, the middle one, is excited to be attending a prestigious ballet academy in New York City.
And Juliet, the youngest, is just excited to not be in the same building as mom and I.
Journal, I'm sure you must be wondering, "Who are these horrid step-sisters you speak of?"
Well, let me explain:
Clara is a beautiful eighteen year old girl whose only interest is her boyfriend and being on daddy's good side.
She is always shoving her relationship in my face.
Seriously, there isn't a single time when they're not swapping spit (making out) in front of me.
Giselle is a fourteen year old ballerina who is also the biggest snob you could ever meet.
She won't eat anything that isn't low in fat, organic, gluten free, sugar free, etc.
She'll only drink spring water.
She'll only wear the most expensive clothes (she mostly wears her ballet clothes).
I could go on, but I would run out of pages.
Basically, Giselle is a snob who would rather drop dead while practicing ballet than be in the presence of peasants like me and my mother.
Juliet is the worst.
She is twelves years old and is even more hateful than my cousin Boris (tell you about him some other time).
She never misses an opportunity to insult my mother.
She spends her spare time either annoying me or destroying my stuff.
She also attempted to push me down the stairs a few times.
She is the reason I keep my room locked at all times.
Juliet hates that David remarried my mother.
But she also just finds pleasure in my misery.
Juliet is my personal little demon who's only goal in life is to torture me.
And there you go. Those are the girls I live with.
I am very close to kicking at least one of them down the stairs.
-L.V
- Writer
