'Dysfunctional: not operating normally or properly'
That was one way to describe Clara Campbells family. Dysfunctional; not operating properly. That was just what happened when your older siblings leave you.
Or that's what Clara had always believed...
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| Clara Campbell |
I had been watching everything run past me at what felt like a hundred miles per hours, but in reality, was only just a few miles at a time. So, as I felt the car come to a stop, I felt my stomach drop and roll over a few times. I had been dreading this moment.
This was the first time in years that all 11 of us would be sitting around a table, with good food. It will be the first time that I am having a dinner with all of my siblings, and not my parents anywhere nearby.
"Clar, come on" a tired voice murmured, as they opened my door, but I continued to sit there, still with my seatbelt on. I knew I was being childish, but in all reality, I was scared of what Kenzie would do when she saw me wearing her clothes. I was scared of the sister that I used to look up too as a little girl, wishing that every part of me was exactly like her.
"You go in. I'll meet you in there" I murmured, but he didn't move from where he was holding the door open. I knew that one day he would get sick and tired of me and my stupid, childish antics that I play. I still was sure that they would find some other way to get rid of me, even if it wasn't palming me off, back home. They would surely find some sort of foster home or shelter that I can go to, and fend for myself, just like I always had.
"Clara" his voice rang again, as I saw him puff out some air from above me. "Why don't you want to go inside? It's cold out here, and there is some nice hot food inside, that I know you were excited about. I just know that you were" he wasn't completely wrong but he wasn't completely right at the same time. He had no idea.
I used to love going out with my family, but now, I was scared. I knew that a few of them had caught onto my eating habits, which hadn't changed from when I was a child, rather only getting worse as the years went on and they kept disappearing without a trace. I didn't want to see Kenzie either, knowing she would have something to say about me like she always did.
I shrugged my shoulders as a response to Auston. I didn't know what else to say. If anything, he was the one that was watching my every move like a hawk. He was like that overprotective mother that didn't want her babies to grow up and leave the nest, but she knew that they would one day. They always had to, just so the cycle could continue to happen over and over again.
"Is it seeing Kenzie?" he could always read my mind. I hated it. I turned my head away from the direction, still feeling his burning gaze on the side of my face. He probably figured it out by now, just by my actions and lack of responses. Why should I have to admit to my eldest brother that I was scared of what my only sister would think of me. "She's missed you"
How could someone like Kenzie, who has been living the best life in Las Vegas, miss little old me? There was nothing about me that you could possibly miss when there was nothing ever there for you to miss about me. There was nothing about the relationship between Kenzie and I that would make someone miss it. It had died long ago.
