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Saturday, March 24, 2012, 10:52 AM ///
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some most days i may be the most unlucky girl in the world. this is something ive just sort of gotten used to… not many friends, no talents, horrible grades, cant even remember the last time i won a game of snakes and ladders. snakes and ladders.
a game that takes no skill to play. seriously, fate hates me.
as much as it seems like it though sometimes, i do have one thing i feel very, very lucky to have: my family.
as you probably guessed, this is my dad. (who manages to make ME look photogenic, amazingly.) if i believed my mom was capable of cheating, id be pretty sure he isnt actually my dad, though. hes the smartest person i know… actually, the smartest person anyone in this town knows. maybe the state. maybe the country. i have the brain of a turnip, compared to him.
according to my mom, hed already built several working inventions by the time he was my age—and up until recently, he developed technologies at the research institute here in twinbrook.
everything changed, though.
im not sure i blame him.
im not sure if i dont blame him.
a lot of people say hes noble, almost single-handedly making a cure for vamp’s disease by sacrificing his own health. i dont really understand how it happened, theyve tried telling me but i just dont get it… but i do understand why. he did it for my aunt, so she could have her own family.
but now, hes dying. he seems fine, most days, but he gets sicker and sicker every day. its killing me a little, too.
i love him.
im not okay with losing him.
everyone always says im my mothers daughter. its one of the best compliments ive ever gotten, to be honest—shes everything i wish i could be. brave, selfless, cheerful, caring… nothing ever seems to get her down. she can put a smile on anyones face—even mine.
it makes sense why she became a teacher, and im glad she did, because almost everything i learned before high school came from her. shes the only one patient enough to deal with me. i know it bothers her, sometimes, but she never shows it.
she never shows any weakness. even about dad.
occasionally, though, you can see it in the way she looks at him, but she never says a word. its like it became a secret that we arent supposed to talk about. maybe thats her flaw, that she shuts everything into a drawer and pretends it doesnt exist… but i know, its eating her inside too.
she helps me so much… i wish i could help her.
last and definitely least, theres this brat.
my little sisters name is korva—yet another wonderful choice by my parents—but she mostly goes by kory. dont let the picture fool you. right after i took it, she told me i was fat and stole my burrito right out of my hand.
i guess her one redeeming quality is that she definitely takes her scouts seriously. a bit too seriously. ever since they started planting trees to help the environment, shes taken it upon herself to make our lives miserable by forcing us to try and be more eco… whatever.
she can plant all the salad she wants, though. im not eating it. give me a plateful of corndogs and im peachy.
ever since lilo moved out, korys been getting more and more of a spoiled brat. she got lils old room above the garage, which means she can hole herself up in there forever and avoid doing chores—and if anyone comes up there, she throws a hissy fit. i had to sneak up the stares to get this picture, barely got out of their with my skin.
but, at least she cant make fun of me for having a wild imagination… i swear though, if she doesnt end this imaginary friend charade soon, people at school ARE going to think im crazy.
i swear, kory, someday, youre gonna pay for that, and this.
two weeks. two weeks, for this to wash out.
youre lucky to be alive.
as much as she drives me nuts, though, i still love sort of like her, i guess. it wouldnt be the same without her… but gosh, do i miss lil. shes more my sister than that little eco terrorist ever will be.
our familys not perfect, but its mine. as broken as i feel we sometimes are, it helps to remember that if my mom can forgive my dad, if they can spend every night reading by the fire forgetting that sooner than later, my dad won’t be here anymore… i can forgive kory, too.
it almost hurts to see them, though. i wish she were angry, because i dont have the strength to be. all i am is afraid.
were a family, though. i dont know what a family would be without some imperfections.
i love them all.
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