I grab my pillows off the bed and march out of the room I shared with my three sisters. It was my last night visiting and i would spend it alone in the hallway like i’ve done so many times. Their nagging and teasing has become a holiday tradition.
Every time I’m alone with them, they throw stones with their eyes and their words. They act as if I am the antichrist. I was just trying to sleep. Little things like that seem to set them off. Every chance to get under my skin. Every time I’m with them, I dont know, I end up sleeping in the hallway or living room. I can’t stand to be around them. Why is it that i have to be the black sheep of the family? My dad likes to say that I am gothic. But, I’m not. I dont claim to be. So what if my clothes are a little out there? I like the way i look. So what if my musical taste disagrees with god or is a little loud? Does that give them a right to hate me and call me names? I dont see why i even go any more. My family here accepts me. Maybe because they’re used to it…i dunno. All i know is, I’m sick of sleeping in the hallway.