I OWN NADA

A small girl looked up at her father, a red mark on her face. Her chocolate brown curls curled around it, trying to hide it. It was hard to hide these things, especially when your parents cut your hair off till it reaches your chin.

Her mother looked at the small blonde next to her. 2 years old. She was going to be beautiful, she had long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. Her father smiled at the younger daughter, but frowned at his older daughter.

The older girl glanced across the street to see a taller blond, and a pixie like girl standing outside a shop, each holding bags and talking to each other. They looked happy, almost like they were in a fairy tale, like Cinderella or Beauty and the Beast.

She waved and watched the girl wave back before an arm grabbed tightly enough to cause a bruise around her wrist. It hurt quite a bit, but she had gotten used to it. Her father yanked her forward and let go when they caught then pulled her sleeve down to hide it before taking one last glance. Most people would wonder why she was wearing a long sleeve shirt in the middle of summer. If only they knew the truth behind it.

"You'll never be as special as her." Her mother growled at her, before turning a polite smile at her younger sister. She nodded and looked down, knowing somehow, someway, It was always going to be true, it would never change. The little girl swiped a tear away and nodded, following her parents to the car. Her last thoughts were the happy girl, and the guy with anger towards her parents.