"Grant! Eliza is here to see you. Get up! Get dressed and come down stairs now!" Rolling out of my bed I cursed Eliza, she was nothing but a spoiled little brat.
        That unfortunately is my cousin.
             "Eliza is here to see me? But I have to awake from my peaceful nap and get dressed at her beck and call. As if she were the queen and I the peasant? This is my damn house. Send her up to me for all I care!"
        I grumbled, and obnoxiously griped to myself as I did what was demanded. Shoving my bum in my romper I slipped on a pair of studded sandals. I didn't even brush my teeth.
        Let her smell my fury. Maybe she'd leave once she got a whiff.
         Jogging down the stairs I was angry. And as I stood with her, her mother, her father, and her little brother.
          I was still angry. Madly whispering through that fake smile of hers, my mother pinched my back. To straighten my slouched stance.
      "Say hello." She bit. Rolling my eyes, and tilting my head attractively I mumbled.
     "Hi."
           "Hello Grant, look how beautiful you've gotten! It is such a delight to see you!" Screaming with overpowering excitement, my aunt and my uncle scooped me into their arms.
             Eliza, smiled modestly at my unfortunate predicament. As she so kindly kept her distance. Good, I didn't need anymore bodies making me awkwardly more warm. Squeezing my tired eyes shut I nearly dozed off, but the wail of my mother startled me.
        She overdoes things, all of the time.   But either way, I still love her. Standing slim, and tall her brunette short jagged end hair, hit the midst of her shoulders.
         And framed her sharp, strong face, everyone always says I look like my mother. And everyone says I get my attitude and sluggish personality from my father.
        She smiled at the excitement of my presence, while me on the other hand, I shrugged. All I wanted was a pizza, and a marathon of Merlin.
        I twitched my eye purposefully, maybe if I give off that I'm mentally insane, they'd go away.
        It was Saturday for fucks sake, let me be lazy, and stuff my face. That is why Saturday's were invented right?
        "Grant just got accepted into private school, she starts next week! Isn't it lovely how our girls will be attending the same school together?"
         She gushed, and I gagged. Private school, for the rich and snobby. I'm neither, so I couldn't understand what there was to be proud of.
       I was forced to write a two-thousand word essay on why I was me, it took me two hours to bullshit because I missed the deadline.
        But besides the point, I must've done something right. Because after that hellish interview with the dean, I got in.
     It wasn't really for me, but I guess that's how those kinds of things go. Just something to slap on the parents resumes to brag to their friends or better yet frenemies at parties, and class reunions, while we suffer.
        Smiling as she side hugged me, I nodded.
        "I can't wait to share our schedules! Maybe we will get assigned classes together."
       Eliza chirped happily into the atmosphere. She was taller than me, with groomed bushy eyebrows and an evil stare.
   She was gorgeous, far more gorgeous than me, but I was far from jealous.
     You never would have allowed me to be jealous Stone.
      I didn't need to be.
      Being with you alone made me feel like a famous star, "If I were set in a room blindfolded, and I were forced to choose the prettiest girl in that room. I'd choose you."
          I remember sitting on the roof of that shoe factory, it was eight in the morning on a Saturday. And we were just gazing at the sun, I felt your darting brown eyes linger on me the entire time though.
           You always kept your eyes closely on me, almost as if you couldn't believe that I truly existed. But not in your world  entirely.
         I'll always wish though, that time didn't really have to put you before.
    The present isn't the same without you.