A/N: Ok, People (yes I will address you as 'People') this is technically
still my first fanfiction, ok? I have just learned a lesson and am
reviewing my plot and I am also gonna post a lot slower than I did the
first time. *slaps hand*
Disclaimer: You guys know the drill. I don't own the characters yada, yada, yada...
Title: Little Changes
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Sometimes I wish I could change myself; change myself into an object of envy; someone people wish they could be or know. All my sisters envy me for (if anything) is my fairytale marriage and Leo isn't even here most of the time and never when I really need him. I barely even see him because he is always at the beck and call of the Elders. Now I sit here, alone, in our room. "They're calling. I'm sorry," were the last words I heard from him only minutes ago. It was probably a lie. We were in the middle of another one of our arguments about how irresponsible I am. He probably just said They were summoning him so he could save his ass from my wrath. He was the one who brought the subject up.
I fall back on my bed and look at the ceiling, cracked and discolored with age. I let my neck go limp, my head dropping so my cheek rests on the bedspread, and a photo catches my eyes. I clumsily roll over on my side, gripping the frame, drawing the picture close to my face. I roll to my original position on my back still studying the picture of Paige, Phoebe, and I laughing, having fallen back on the couch in a heap. I trace Paige's pale and delighted face with my index finger. Her arm reaches around my shoulder and comes to rest on top of my head, ruffling my hair.
Paige, being the newest member to our household, is such a free spirit. Although she is unemployed, she always finds a way to make herself useful and productive. You can put her in any situation and she'll find a way to help. Another thing about her is she wears anything and everything and most of the time she can come up with this original, one-of-a-kind outfit that no one could pull off but her. She always wears things that really express who she is, plus, she has a large bust line that looks great in anything. Wish I were beautiful... Not a day goes by when I don't wonder why Leo hasn't divorced me for someone as beautiful as her. I didn't even have boobs until high school... If you can even call them breasts now.
I drag my finger gently across the photo and touch Phoebe's bright face, almost glowing with laughter. Her head is gently resting on my shoulder and her hand is reaching to grab Paige's. She seems to want to give a little piece on affection to both of us, reassuring Paige and I that she will be there for life.
Phoebe is so smart and more successful than I could ever imagine. Even before she went back to school, I always admired her for her brains and wits. She is always storing away information and I don't know what I'd do without her. Our Phoebe is the only one in the manor with a real job; she's a columnist and a damn good one at that. She always knows the right thing to say and has found a way to use this ability to make money. Wish I had a talent like her... Owning and managing a club takes no real intelligence; at least not any remotely interesting or eccentric. Phoebe has everything going for her. I mean, a great job, good looks, and people asking her advice! The only thing I'm good for is cooking, baking, and making potions, which anybody could do with a little practice.
I lift my finger off the protective glass and look at it as a whole. I look at the person in between those two beautiful and strong women. She falls in comparison to her friends, her sisters. I see an annoyed smile playing at my lips as my eyes strain to see the hand atop my head. My hand reaches to lift Paige's off my hair; my other hand reaches over to rest on Phoebe's cheek as if to make sure it's her temple resting against mine. Looking at myself, I'm ashamed... I feel unworthy of their presences...
How can I become their equal? Maybe even their role model? How can I become a real older sister? Well, I could get breast implants. Yeah! But, wait... Those are really expensive... I don't even think Phoebe would be able to afford those, not like she needs them. Ways to make them look bigger... I could always stuff my bra or even better, I could make my body smaller so my boobs would look bigger. A diet or two would help in that department. I guess I'm not as stupid as I thought! Maybe Leo will be around more after I fix myself and we can renew our vows and finally have a family. Think of how much a simple change like that could improve my life.
What else can I change about myself? How can I make myself more appealing as a person? I could find a new talent; cooking just isn't cutting it. I've been cooking most all my life and haven't really made that much of a career out of it. I could learn how to sing, dance, or, dare I say it, strip... No, not stripping; then Leo would never come back to me. Plus, I'd have to do the 'changing my body' thing first and I don't know how long it'll take to do that. I think I'll settle for singing... I'll probably start out with karaoke style stuff at the club. Maybe I could do a little strip tease too; just a little skin... That'll do...
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A/N: I remind and encourage you to review! I'd really appreciate it!
Disclaimer: You guys know the drill. I don't own the characters yada, yada, yada...
Title: Little Changes
*
Sometimes I wish I could change myself; change myself into an object of envy; someone people wish they could be or know. All my sisters envy me for (if anything) is my fairytale marriage and Leo isn't even here most of the time and never when I really need him. I barely even see him because he is always at the beck and call of the Elders. Now I sit here, alone, in our room. "They're calling. I'm sorry," were the last words I heard from him only minutes ago. It was probably a lie. We were in the middle of another one of our arguments about how irresponsible I am. He probably just said They were summoning him so he could save his ass from my wrath. He was the one who brought the subject up.
I fall back on my bed and look at the ceiling, cracked and discolored with age. I let my neck go limp, my head dropping so my cheek rests on the bedspread, and a photo catches my eyes. I clumsily roll over on my side, gripping the frame, drawing the picture close to my face. I roll to my original position on my back still studying the picture of Paige, Phoebe, and I laughing, having fallen back on the couch in a heap. I trace Paige's pale and delighted face with my index finger. Her arm reaches around my shoulder and comes to rest on top of my head, ruffling my hair.
Paige, being the newest member to our household, is such a free spirit. Although she is unemployed, she always finds a way to make herself useful and productive. You can put her in any situation and she'll find a way to help. Another thing about her is she wears anything and everything and most of the time she can come up with this original, one-of-a-kind outfit that no one could pull off but her. She always wears things that really express who she is, plus, she has a large bust line that looks great in anything. Wish I were beautiful... Not a day goes by when I don't wonder why Leo hasn't divorced me for someone as beautiful as her. I didn't even have boobs until high school... If you can even call them breasts now.
I drag my finger gently across the photo and touch Phoebe's bright face, almost glowing with laughter. Her head is gently resting on my shoulder and her hand is reaching to grab Paige's. She seems to want to give a little piece on affection to both of us, reassuring Paige and I that she will be there for life.
Phoebe is so smart and more successful than I could ever imagine. Even before she went back to school, I always admired her for her brains and wits. She is always storing away information and I don't know what I'd do without her. Our Phoebe is the only one in the manor with a real job; she's a columnist and a damn good one at that. She always knows the right thing to say and has found a way to use this ability to make money. Wish I had a talent like her... Owning and managing a club takes no real intelligence; at least not any remotely interesting or eccentric. Phoebe has everything going for her. I mean, a great job, good looks, and people asking her advice! The only thing I'm good for is cooking, baking, and making potions, which anybody could do with a little practice.
I lift my finger off the protective glass and look at it as a whole. I look at the person in between those two beautiful and strong women. She falls in comparison to her friends, her sisters. I see an annoyed smile playing at my lips as my eyes strain to see the hand atop my head. My hand reaches to lift Paige's off my hair; my other hand reaches over to rest on Phoebe's cheek as if to make sure it's her temple resting against mine. Looking at myself, I'm ashamed... I feel unworthy of their presences...
How can I become their equal? Maybe even their role model? How can I become a real older sister? Well, I could get breast implants. Yeah! But, wait... Those are really expensive... I don't even think Phoebe would be able to afford those, not like she needs them. Ways to make them look bigger... I could always stuff my bra or even better, I could make my body smaller so my boobs would look bigger. A diet or two would help in that department. I guess I'm not as stupid as I thought! Maybe Leo will be around more after I fix myself and we can renew our vows and finally have a family. Think of how much a simple change like that could improve my life.
What else can I change about myself? How can I make myself more appealing as a person? I could find a new talent; cooking just isn't cutting it. I've been cooking most all my life and haven't really made that much of a career out of it. I could learn how to sing, dance, or, dare I say it, strip... No, not stripping; then Leo would never come back to me. Plus, I'd have to do the 'changing my body' thing first and I don't know how long it'll take to do that. I think I'll settle for singing... I'll probably start out with karaoke style stuff at the club. Maybe I could do a little strip tease too; just a little skin... That'll do...
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A/N: I remind and encourage you to review! I'd really appreciate it!