Im The Queen

Emily's p.o.v

I stared up at the scene in front of me in shock. It felt like I could do nothing but watch it happen. Like I couldn't control anything that happened. It felt like I can't control anything that is going to happen. And I was right. Standing right in front of me was my twin brother Alex, who had just poured his orange juice on my head. Right after his toy for the week took my spaghetti Bolognese and dumped it on me, ruining my favourite shirt. And the saddest thing of all is that it's not the first time this has happened.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of my brothers' harsh voice, cutting through the silence like a hot knife cuts through butter.

"I can't believe you're my sister, you're an ugly fat nerd who no one wants, why don't you just leave, and never come back? " Tears pricked at my eyes threatening to fall. No matter how many times this happens, it still stings like the first.

"I mean, no one would miss you anyway. Mum and dad wouldn't even notice your gone." He was right, Alex was always the favourite child. Mum and dad never cared about me. If I disappear, they either wouldn't notice or would be happy about it.

By now the whole cafeteria had eyes on us. Waiting eagerly for some new material to gossip about. My brother turned to face the cafeteria and yelled as loud as he could... "Who says Emily is not welcome here and should leave for good." My brother yelled. As expected, the whole cafeteria erupted into cheers.

My brother turned back to with a sly smirk on his face, and his next words had me running out the school with tears streaming down my face. "No one wants you, so why are you still here?"

I ran all the way to my house. Not like I had another choice. My parents have never shown me love, even though I always bring home good grades. My mum only cares about social status and what other people think about us and so Alex, being popular, is his obvious favourite. Which is why on our 16th birthday, he got a car and I didn't. My dad isn't as bad as my mum, but he doesn't exactly treat me like a daughter either. He juts ignores me to please my mum. That is all he cares about, pleasing my mum and because Alex was my mum's favourite, he became my dad's favourite as well.

I entered the house, knowing no one was home. My parents were full time businessmen, which is why we were so rich. The only catch is that they were almost never home and spent a lot of time going on business trips. Right now, they were in Ohio.

I took a quick shower, collected my passport and some cash and grabbed a pen and paper to write a note. I wasn't going to waste my time writing a long sappy note explaining why I left. I mean, come on, it's pretty obvious. Besides, they won't even care that I am gone but just to make sure they don't bring the police into this and make a big scene for the attention and sympathy, I have decided to just write a short note so they know that I ran away and wasn't kidnapped.

Dear Alex, I know you will find this first because our parents don't get back from Ohio for another 3 weeks. You don't need to call the cops, I haven't been kidnapped, I have just done what everyone told me to do. I left. I guess you got what you wanted, but that shouldn't be new to you considering you always get what you want. Always. With much hate, Emily.