Thursday, June 11, 2009

The Family

A mess (in my dictionary) is “an unpleasant or difficult situation”, or to keep it simple lets just say my family. I guess you could say we are kind of normal and that all teens have family issues at some point, but that doesn’t matter. It doesn’t make it different. It doesn’t mean we don’t need to change. But the thing is, I think I am the only one in my family that thinks we need to change something. I’m not sure that the rest of my family realizes this, or at least they don’t make a lot of effort to try and change. Anyways, back to my family members. I have a normal family size, parents and two siblings. Older sister, younger brother.

My parents are hard workers. My dad is a white collar type of guy. He has an office in some high-rise downtown. His job is to make sure other people are doing there job, or at least that’s what he says. When he gets home he doesn’t want to hear anything about his work. He thinks that home should be a place of rest, and not a place to continue talking business. He leaves pretty early and comes back at about six. So I guess that’s pretty normal. My mom used to work part time at a hospital. When she was single she worked as a nurse, but she decided to stay at home after getting pregnant with my older sister. She is quite a worrier. She always thinks something is wrong with us children. Well, more so my older sister and younger brother. My younger brother is her main concern.

Then my sister, Amber. She just finished school this month, and she is so happy. Its all she has talked about (and bragged about) these past days. She loves to annoy me. I really think she hates my guts, but I have no idea why. I don’t sneak through her stuff, annoy her every chance I get or destroy her room. Its probably just that sibling rivalry thing. She just doesn’t like me, so we kind of avoid each other if we can. She has a boyfriend though and he is cool, he is probably one of the nicest guys I know. I like that he treats me nice and actually thinks I have equal rights. We don’t see each other often, just when he drops by for their weekly date, he will come up to my room and we will talk for a few minutes before my sis will come and pull him out while giving me an evil eye.

Now to my younger brother. His name is Brandon. You know those kids that get bullied on the playground, cause they are weak and can’t defend themselves? Well, that’s not my brother, he’s the bully. He gets a lot of attention from my family. Mainly because he has some “issues” with who knows what. He just is a mean guy. He loves fighting and getting into trouble. Last week he snuck into the teachers lounge and took all their food and through it onto the sidewalk in front of the school as a “parting gift.” I don’t know how he stays in school, he has gotten into trouble hundreds of times, but he always gets out of it. He was born with the natural ability to use puppy eyes and bring compassion onto himself. My parents have brought him to multiple doctors and physicians and counsellors to help him. But he obviously hasn’t learned yet. Brandon likes to annoy me and Amber as much as he can. So I just try to stay away from him.

So as you can see, we have some problems. But on top of that, my family sort of ignores me. Well, they don’t ignore me, they just don’t give me much attention. My sis is getting a lot of attention because she just finished her last year and is deciding on her next move. Then my bro gets even more attention because of his… umm… way of life. Which gets Amber annoyed and she will sometimes have a melt down because “she is a neglected child”, and then my parents make a big deal about it. That happens at least once a month. My parents are pretty happy together, but it seems like us children kind of ruined their picture of perfect. I know they love us deep down, but… sometimes I feel they forget about me, as I am always in between, and don’t complain. So that is another reason I am doing this. I don’t want to be unnoticed any more by my family. I deserve some attention too, I don’t need a lot, but I need some.

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