Claimed novel Chapter 1

Ophelia

Most people see moving as a new beginning or the end of something. A fresh start in life. I see it as more of the same old same old. Moving is not going to make me more popular with kids at school. It's not going to make my parents stop favoring my sister more, and start remembering my existence. It all boils down to we're are going to be living in a new town that's it.

As I follow my parents who are following the movers, I know that nothing will change. My sister will still be a spoiled brat and I will be the one who picks up the pieces of everything she burns in her path. I can see her lounging in the back of my parent's car talking on her phone without a care in the world. As cliché, as it sounds the girl, does live to make my life a living hell. Before we moved I had finally met someone that I liked a lot. We had begun to talk and had a date planned.

I had only ever held the guy's hand. I haven't had my first date or my first kiss so this was a big deal for me. I come home from school on the day of my date to hear sounds coming from my room. Now no one should be in my room as I am the only one staying in that room. As I open my door I find my sister Katherine and the guy I'm supposed to go on a date with humping like rabbits.

"Wow. I'm glad that you guys picked my room out of all the rooms in the world to ruin my day in." They both looked at me. He was of course in shock that he was caught, she just smirked knowing that she had beat me at something. "Don't stop on my account. Please continue to plow my sister like you weren't supposed to be taking me out tonight." I grab a bag and stuff some clothes in it. "If the parents miraculously remember that they have a second older daughter, I'm staying at a friend's tonight."

With that, I walked out of the house and gave up on ever having anything to call my own other than my car and my job. Those two things I earned on my own and no one would want them to take them away. That night I spent in my car out in the country. The next week at school my sister and her new boy toy flaunted their relationship to everyone trying their hardest to hurt me. To be honest it did. It broke me but I never let anyone see me cry or get upset. If I needed to do that I drove outside of town to a meadow I would visit. I wouldn't show anything in the house because god only knows what that witch had planted in my room to try and get something on me.