This is a story I threw together out of boredome and I intend to finish it maybe later.
"Anything thats not related to Pink or unicorns or ponies gives you a headache Tabby! And besides, Mom loves my playing." I said sarcastically then heard my mom clear her throat in the background, she hated my cruelty, especially when it was toward Tabitha's knowledge which was mediocre compared to that of Karen and I.
"And quit it with the stupid name, I don't go around calling you Jingles do I?!" yep, there it was again...
"Well thats completely unrelated seeing as Jingles isn't even my name!" I corrected, I had a habit of that. "And why do you always have to pick on me?! You don't ever bother Karen!" I knew Tabitha was afraid of Karen but she'd never admit it.
"Karen isn't killing my ears with her stupid music." oh wow, score -18 for Tabitha.
"Good! Now that I know its killing you I'll never stop!" I growled. "I don't even know why you're still here, all you do is eat and sleep and spend dad's money!" the truth was worse, atleast she'd budge if it were a lie. She's a lazy good-for-nothing and proud of it.
"If anyone's useless, it's you, Duck Face!" that was her comeback? Oh I haden't realized it. I thought she was yawning. "Why do I even put up with you?!" I gnashed my teeth together.
"Oh Gosh how I wish you didn't have to!" wow, the first semi-intelligent thing she's said all year.
"Oh Gosh how I wish you were never born!" there was that throat clearing from Mom again.
"I wish you weren't born, more Christmas presents for me!" "Shut up Tabitha!" Thats all I wanted to say.
"You know what, fine, you win. Play your stupid piano, I'm going to my room." I saw that coming.
Thats how it normally ended. Yes, Tabitha and I fought on a regular basis and we still do. I'd like to say she always starts it but I think I dislike her tendencies as much as she loathes mine. Meanwhile...
"Oh wow! Drew! Come here, look at these plates! I knew I made the right decision when I ordered these online! You can barely tell they're knock-offs." Mom gushed. That was her hobby, going around the house and cooing at every little thing.
There my mom was annoying my father. To be honest, he didn't really care about Christmas. He had to pay for decorations and presents and food while he rarely got more than a gift card anyways. Still he hung in there for my mother's sake. He's a stronger man than I. "I'm coming Jane, although I doubt the plates have gotten anymore attractive than they were 8 minutes ago when you pointed it out." Dad yawned.
"Oh Drew, always a pessimist aren't we?" she mocked. "I've been meaning to talk to you about something."
"What is it?" she asked with pep.
"It's the girls, all they do is fight, they don't ever meet people. Karen is an anti-social, Tabby is obsessed with shopping and torturing Robin, and all Robin ever wants to do is read and play piano." All facts.
"Isn't that the norm?" Mom giggled.
"Yes but I don't want them to grow up being that way. Karen and Tabby will be in college before we know it and Robin is almost 16. I want them to get out and meet people and to be more...optimistic."
"You know what Drew? You're right. Thats just what we need around this house!" Mom giggled. She encouraged huge meetings of associates or what we called "parties". A party meant she could decorate.
Yeah right, like mom needs more optimism.
"So I was thinking we could have a little get together with the neighbors, we have been living here for 7 months and know basically no one." he groaned.
I wonder who's fault that is.
"And I can stimulate my business while we're at it, it's a great idea. We'll tell the girls at dinner!" Upstairs...
I knew I was crossing dangerous territory when I went to my sister Karen for help but we had a strange connection. We exchanged information by glancing at eachother and she always knew exactly what to say to make me feel moderately important. Moreover we were both annoyed to death by Tabitha. Where do you think the nickname Tabby came from?
"What is it?" she snapped.
"Nothing,....it's just....Tabitha again."
She sighed. "You're not seriously letting that wench get to you again?"
I nodded shyly.
"Trust me Robin, I've lived with Tabitha for 17 years of my life and it doesn't get any better. I just learned to make her feel insugnificant by ignoring every word she says. Girls like here feed off the misery of others. The only reason Mom and Dad let her spend up millions is because she has no friends, not even her sisters like her."
Wow. Harsh Karen. But in a way, what Karen had said was just right. This was going to be another one of those sister-sister moments.I admired Karen, I admired her intelligence, her maturity, and the way she somehow changes her hair color everyday. Later...
We were sitting at dinner, I could tell something brilliant was about to happen because mom had that stressed look on her face like she'd cooked in a rush. She hated being rushed and my father was a do-now type of person. Mom often took hours, possibly the entire day just cooking and decorating. She's completely devoted to being a wife and mother.
"So, girls. Have you met any friends yet? Karen, any friends?" Dad broke the ice, oh this was gonna be torture. I hated it when my parents put me on the spot like that.
"Not really, there's not a lot of kids in the neighborhood...." It was a lie, I had no idea how many kids lived in the neighborhood and frankly didn't care. "Nonsense," Dad started.
Karen and I exchanged our "Here we go again!" glance as Dad began rambling.
"there are tons of kids in the neighborhood. You've got Mrs. Gordan's granddaughter."
"Dad, she's 8." I replied.
"What's age but a number?" He was doing it again. Contradicting everything I said even if it barely made half sense.
"I thought time had something involved but I guess not..." Karen mumbled. Here came Tabitha, opening her mouth again.
"Well, I don't even care about friends. Who needs friends when they have clothes?" she said cockily.
"Who are you going to show those clothes off to? Your dolls?" Karen smirked and teased. It was odd how she somehow got away with everything. I honestly thought she was Mom and Dad's favorite. She always had something witty to say which somehow went right past Mom and Dad.
"Tabitha! People work for money, you are lazy and selfish and you're a lot better off with atleast one person that actually likes you than you'd be with a closet full of clothes you'll never wear." Mom snapped. I wasn't shocked. Mom was always scolding Tabitha. She was normally a very cheerful woman until Tabitha said something ignorant. I still think she was mostly upset over the burnt cake we were eating.
"Isn't that what she has dolls for?" Karen giggled once again and I silently laughed as well. *Ding* *Dong*
There was the doorbell, we all looked around the table awkwardly for whom would recieve a "get out of jail free" card to go answer the door. When Dad found out what we were thinking he immediately jumped up.
"Oh no you don't. I'll get it. Who could that be at this hour?"
"It's 3pm." Karen corrected in a murmer.
I wonder who it is....
so thats the end of this chapter
hope you liked it, if you didn't too bad
I care not :P
Dec 23, 2009 by whitecross2xx
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