I remember running away from my home or at least what I thought was my home. I ran and ran and then finally I broke. I started to cry a horrible sob. I needed someone to hold me and that it was okay and that eventually things would be better. Even though inside I knew that wasn't true. I didn't even know what was. I still couldn't believe my parents were mad that I wasn't perfect. I try my hardest all the time but I knew I would never be as perfect as Melissa. I remember when I was only five and she told me "I'll always be older,smarter, and more perfect than you." I was nine now still nothing had changed but age and time. I still tried to win against Melissa yet she always won. I was tired of it I wanted to be free of my so called 'family'. I needed someone a friend, an enemy, anyone just to help me. I wasn't the most liked girl in school maybe it was because I was so competitive. There were only a few people I called my friends but they were all decoys not permanent. I was going into forth grade this year and I couldn't wait for the year to start. It was summer so it was even worse because I was around my family all the time. I couldn't wait till August. I could start over. I curled up in a ball and let the dam explode from my eyes. I just couldn't believe my parents were upset that I couldn't get everything. The fight started like this...

I had just gotten home from a game of volleyball on my team we were the little roses. My dad was furious and my mom was disappointed. The last three games I had either been put on the bench or hadn't been in long enough to serve. I didn't even like playing on the team. I liked doing things for fun and enjoyment. My dad started to yell "Spencer, did you even ask to be put in or did you volunteer to be on the bench?" It was true I volunteered I was sore and tired of all the games. I'd been working my butt off between volleyball, swim team, and tennis. I wanted a break, no I needed a break. "Yes I did volunteer. It was only because I was sore and then other day I Almost passed out. I got dehydrated and today I felt a little nauseous. I tried to tell mom but she said I was probably just hungry. So I got some food but I felt even worse after that." I responded but I knew none of that mattered to them. "Spencer, when I was your age I felt that way too but you've got to to take a deep breath and get back in the game. Instead of embarrassing the family" Melissa responded. She was going into 7th grade this year and was already the captain of all of her sports teams. Then my mom spoke "Were very disappointed in you, Spencer." That was it I was going to explode in five, four, three, two "If it were Melissa you wouldn't have been disappointed. If it were Melissa you would have let her sit out. If it were Melissa she wouldn't have embarrassed the family." BOOM the bom went off and it was too late to stop it. "Spencer Jill Hastings, you shouldn't be so jealous of your sister. You need to learn to not let it show." my mom said. She thought I was Jealous I was far from Jealous I just wanted to be equal."For the last time I'm not Jealous. I'm just tired of being ranked the lowest. I'm not perfect and neither is Melissa." I spat at my 'family'. It was Melissa's turn to speak. " I'm close to perfect but Spencer you are far from it." I felt a lump in my throat.I tried to swallow it but it was way to large to do so. "Melissa say your sorry to your sister and Spencer apologize and go to your room." My mom Said. "I'm sorry Spencer. I hope you can forgive me" Melissa said with a sinister smile plastered upon her 'perfect' face. " Now Spencer apologize" My dad said. Instead of apologizing I went straight to my room. I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it. My mom came to see me and told me to go and say sorry to Melissa and I did with a fake smile. I was sent to my room for the rest of the night while the rest of the family played scrabble My favorite game. While they were playing I snuck out running.