Difficult *UNFINISHED*

So here's some story I typed one day. IDK if I'm gonna finish it but eh, read it.

Difficult

By: Breann Wathen

Chapter 1

I walked outside of my house on a rainy day, barefooted and in my soccer uniform. Sitting in my late grandma’s rocking chair, I thought what it would be like to not live in Kirkwood. This place is like a ghost town. I snuggled with Moosh, my cat and our family quilt. I enjoyed the soft sounds of the soothing rain. It was like a song on replay but it was the best song ever. I had to get outside. My sister, Courtney was driving me crazy. All she was doing was eating popcorn, complaining about her hair and wardrobe, listening to Justin Timberlake and talking to Bradley, her boyfriend. Ugh, I couldn’t stand another lyric from that dude or another, “I love you too!”  My step-mom, Stephanie was going to be home soon and I love it when she’s here. Yeah, I know. She’s not my real mother but at least she treats me like her own. My mom died of a heart attack when I was two. Stephanie is the closet thing to a mom and I love her for trying. All Courtney does is cry and whine because she knows Stephanie will never take mom’s place. Yeah, I cry sometimes but at least Stephanie cares for us, Courtney just needs to accept it. And I never really got to know my mom. My dad, Walter works 8am to 10pm. All of us tell him that’s too long and he should ask his boss for shorter hours. Well, he never listens. He always tells us that he’s only doing it to keep us alive and because he loves us. If I had to work an 8am to 10pm job, I would quit. I can’t stay focused that long. All my dad does at work is fix computers.

“Well good evening girls! Thanks for cleaning the house up a little. It looks great!” Stephanie walks through the door amazed. She must have not seen me on the porch because she locked me outside. I giggled then knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“Me. Brittany Jane Reel.”  Stephanie opens the door. Moosh scurries inside.

“Were you hiding? I didn’t notice you!” She threw her hands out for a hug.

“No. I was sitting in the rocking chair. Having a lil’ me time.” I hugged her. The warmth of her hug made me feel loved. Like someone actually cared about me and wasn’t being fake or unreal.

“Well, I’ll have dinner ready in a second!” She walked to the sink to wash her hands.

“What’s on the menu?” I sat at the dining room table and grabbed my book, ‘Numerous Affairs: I wouldn’t dare’. It’s my all time favorite from the whole series. I must have read it 9 times, cover to back.  But the real reason is that we live so far away from the bookstore and the library only has 3rd grade level books. Stephanie opens up the fridge door and studies everything inside.

“Hmmm, how about tossed salad, rosemary baked chicken and ‘mooshed’ potatoes?” She pops her head up from the door smiling. She called them ‘mooshed’ potatoes because she can never say ‘mashed’ correctly. I laugh every time.

“Sounds wonderful.” I try to hold back my laughter. She shoots me a weird look then gets all the ingredients.

“Need any help, Chef Stepha-nahhhh?” I ask.

“No, and it’s Stephanie. Did you finish all your homework?”

“Yeah but all I have is a book report.” I held up my book.

“Haven’t you did a report on that be…”

“7 times. Mrs. Harrison doesn’t pay attention. Plus I don’t have anything else.”

“Well, this weekend, we’ll go to the bookstore. Have a little girl time. Agreed?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” I ran upstairs to my room and plopped down on my bed. The fresh scent of roses. I sneezed. Apparently, cat hair went up my nose. I laughed so hard, my sides started to hurt. Courtney burst in my room.

“Ever heard of knocking?” I got up of the floor.

“Do you have my spiceberry lip gloss?”

“Eww. I wouldn’t touch anything that touched YOUR lips.” And then I thought about that time I accidentally walked in on her and Bradley making out. One word, tongues. I shuddered.

“Don’t lie to me. I need it for my date tonight. It’s Bradley’s favorite.” Courtney tossed her hair and swung her hips.

“What? I don’t have it, plus you can’t go out tonight.”

“Whatever.” She walked out my room. My sister has some mental issues. I ran downstairs to dish the dirt on her. But when I got to the stairs, she was there.

“Tell Stephanie and I will tell them about the little thing…”

“What thing?”

“When you stole all those earrings and hair crap from Claire’s.”

“How did you know?!”

“A little birdie told me.”

“You devil worshiping whore.” I muttered under my breath loud enough for her to hear.

“Try me, Brittany.” We exchanged stern looks. I walked back to my room only to scream in my pillow. I can’t stand Courtney. I only took them so, so, so Bradley could notice me! Yeah, I have a crush on him. I just don’t know what he sees in…Courtney. Plus when I saw them making out, my heart collapsed. I tried everything for him to notice me. Spent my allowance on perfume, bigger bras, lip gloss, new clothes. And even looked online for cheesy pick up lines and jokes. Nothing worked. So we went to the mall and him and Courtney were all kissy-kissy touchy-touchy and stuff. I got tempted to make him mine so I went into Claire’s and looked around. I stuck all kinds of stuff into my backpack. And when I left the store, no alarms went off. I was lucky. I know that if anyone else knew, they would be disappointed. Including Dad and Stephanie. I screamed some more then I started to cry. I couldn’t tell anyone my problems because I had a lot. I couldn’t even tell Stephanie. I won’t let Courtney get the best of me.  Two more years then Dad and Stephanie can kick her out because no one really likes her. She always ignores Stephanie. And yells at Dad for dating Stephanie because she’s nothing but a “no good hooker”. Only if Bradley could see the real her. Before she puts on all the gunk on her face, when she wakes up, when everyone is home, even on her period because that’s when she is the nastiest.  Soon Bradley will see the real her and realize that he should date me and then we can get married. He’s really hot. He’s a ginger but that still makes him even cuter. He has red hair that flows over one eye and these forest green eyes that you could stare into all day. Plus he’s really buff but not like someone that works out too much and has hair on his chest! Bradley plays hockey, I mean he puts on ice skates and skates around but he tackles dudes down and outta his way to get that one puck to hit that net. Why can’t he be mine? “Girls, dinner is ready!” Stephanie yelled from downstairs.I walked out my room first; making sure Courtney wasn’t in sight. I held my lips real tight when she walked by. I walked slowly to the dining room table.

“You girls okay?” Stephanie sat the chicken in the center of the table.

“Yes.” We both answered. Courtney gave me a dirty look.

“Okay then. Who wants to say grace?”“I will.” Courtney bowed her head and recited the Lord’s Prayer in the whiniest voice ever. My ears hurt from each screech.

“Okay girls, dig in! Hope you enjoy!” Stephanie flashed a smile. She was a really good cook.

“I’m not really that hungry. Can I go back upstairs?” Courtney blurted out as soon as Stephanie put a plate in front of her face.

“Are you sure honey? There’s plenty for all!” Stephanie tried to hold back her tears. She knew that she could never form a relationship with Courtney.

“Yes. I had a really big snack after school.” Courtney rose from the table. Yeah, six pieces of popcorn. Really big! I thought

“Whatever you want dear. But if you ever…” Stephanie was interrupted.

“No thanks.” Courtney bolted up the stairs. I had to hold back my urge to tell her about Courtney’s date. I just couldn’t. As soon as the door slammed, I told Stephanie.

“Courtney won’t eat because she’s going on a date with Bradley tonight! She might sneak out, I don’t really know.” I quickly put my hands over my mouth. Revenge is going to get me.

“Well, I’ll just have to deal with this myself.” I knew Stephanie couldn’t be serious. Well, she was. She stomped up the stairs and banged on her door. My jaw dropped.

“Courtney! What is it about this date! I really would love to know!” Stephanie stood there. Courtney opened door in some skimpy red dress and a condoms stuffed in her bra. She quickly tried to hide it but Stephanie grabbed it. I was so shocked.

“A condom?! What were you planning to do?” Stephanie turned bright red. Courtney stood in shock.

“Well tell me.” Stephanie toned down a little.

“Bradley thought it was the time and I agreed.” Courtney held her head down.

“No no no no no no! Your only 16! Sex is not important! You need to find other things to do than trying to make babies!”

“Okay then! It’s not like you run things around here! I can do whatever the hell I want!” Courtney tried to slam the door but Stephanie held it open.

“Now I do run things around here. And you better not use that kind of language around me! All I tried to do is be a good mother to you and all you do is mouth off and disrespect me and your father. Keep it up and your gone!” Stephanie had Courtney’s arm.

“Okay.” Courtney’s eyes were huge and I think I could hear her heart beat.

“Now your going come downstairs and enjoy dinner with me and your sister. No sneaking out or it’s over for you.” Stephanie’s words were clear.

“And take of the skimpy dress. And throw it in the trash.” Courtney slid into her room. I turned around back to the table.

“Sorry about that Brittany. She needed to be set straight.” Stephanie acted like nothing happened. She got up to throw away the condom. Courtney slopped down the stairs in a green t-shirt and black sweat pants.

“Thanks for joining us Courtney.” Stephanie handed her the “mooshed” potatoes.

“Anything exciting happen today?” Stephanie stuffed a piece of lettuce in her mouth.

“Nothing really much.” Courtney mumbled.

“Brittany?” Stephanie asked.

“Well, I got a B+ on that biology quiz today.”

“Great. Great.’ Stephanie put her hands in her lap. Dinner was usually fun, when it was just me and Stephanie. Finally the silence was broken by dad bursting through the door. He still doesn’t understand how to use a key.

“Hello hello family.” He perched his jacket on the coat stand and opened his arms up for a hug. I ran to give him a hug. He smelled like Post-It glue, coffee and copy paper. The joy of working in an office 8am-10pm.

“Hey Daddy!” I was smushed against his pearl white oxford with a ketchup stain on the collar.

“Nothing much Sugar Buns!” He bellowed out a hearty laugh. He comes up with the weirdest nick names.

“Hello my darling. How was your day?” He walked over to Stephanie and they like made out in front of me and Courtney. I shivered and Courtney cleared her throat VERY loudly. Thank God. Dad wiped off Stephanie’s lip gloss. I snickered.

“Well, what did ya fix for dinner?” He plopped down at the table with a grin on his face from ear to ear.

“Tossed salad, rosemary baked chicken and ‘mooshed’ potatoes.” Stephanie sat a gigantic plate in front of him with double servings of everything. Two seconds later, he started to chow down.

“Well girls, I guess it’s a wrap. Upstairs for bed.” Stephanie added hand signals like me and Courtney had problems understanding, well like Courtney didn’t understand.

“Ok. Good night.” We both said in monotone. I shot her a snarl and she just poked her nose in the air and stomped up the stairs. I walked slowly up the stairs and opened my door. To my surprise, Courtney trashed it. And in some cheap lipstick on my mirror, it said “Kiss ur life good bye. Xoxo” and her disgusting lie-telling lip print. I so fed up with her and everything she does. I had another urge to rat her out, but I didn’t want to ruin Stephanie and Dad’s night. I got a wet paper towel and smeared the devil’s work off my mirror. Shuffling through my drawers to find my pajamas, I found some love note from this guy from my school.

Ugh, Derrick was this annoying 6th grader that was in love with me. He was just willing to do anything for me. If there is just some way to get him off my back, please tell me. I know that most girls would just love guys all over them, but I’m not really feeling Derrick. Get a makeover and skip two grades dude, and I’ll talk to you later. Hopping into the bed, I stared at my ceiling fan. Moosh pounced on her bed but he missed. He let out a yowl. I leaned over to see if he was okay. He licked his paw and stared right up at me. I held out my hands and he dug his claws in my palms. I let out a little yelp and pulled him up. He snuggled his butt right in front of my face. I patted it and turned over. Gosh, well tomorrow is Friday. Any kid would be all excited and calling all their friends but I’m the complete opposite. Kirkwood is filled with nursing homes, craft stores miles away and trees. Nothing exciting ever happens except on the fourth of July. Last year, three firecrackers went off. That was three more than the year before!

Well, I do have friends. Distant friends. Katie has been my friend since 4th grade. We both loved Pokemon at the time, so we clicked. Katie is a big mixture of a tomboy and girly-girl. I mean she would wear skirts (in the 6th grade, she found out boys like girly-girls with curls and curves instead of girls with mammoth legs and greasy hair.) and she played hardcore lacrosse. And I would go to all of her games and she was tough. Now she goes to Oliver Middle but we still chat on the phone and stuff. Amelia Giselle Leigh-Ann Hart III (she loves it when you call her by her full name) became my friend last spring. We both played soccer and loved lunch meat. But the only reason Amelia played soccer this summer was because her mom wanted her to do something different then max out all her credit cards. I’m glad soccer was her choice because she’s really fun and good at it. We’ve won more than 3 games with her on the team then last year. Then there’s Ryan. Ryan is well…really hard to put him in words. He can be very funny but somewhat tricky.

Should I continue or what? I kinda have no idea what to add to it.