MACDOUGALL, kenna

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[attr="class","hdtitle"]HISTORY/MISC.

[attr="class","hdinfo"]'The youngest always gets everything!'
'The eldest is always trusted more!'

Squabbling.

Born the middle child. A perfect, responsible, elegant older sister. A brash, strong but just little brother. And then you. Right smack dab in the middle. Hearing the two go at each other when you were kids. Plugging your ears when your parents argue, because you're old enough to remember the really bad days. Sometimes, you see it's shadow behind the eyes of your sister. Your little brother has no idea, and just gets angry. But both of them are good, good kids right? You're not. You're the shame. The middle child - talentless and only causing trouble - the one that everyone forgets.

You were seven. This older kid, your neighbour, brings you in the back shed, and well you play a game. It was innocent, but your father's face turns purple when he sees you and the boy, and after roughly yanking you away, he yells at you for playing with 'such riff-raff'. You don't get it, but you listen, particularly when he smacks your bum. Although, the day after, you sneak into the neighbour's yard and play with him there. Your father doesn't know a thing.

At ten, you found a porn magazine on the ground. You see a pretty girl, and you tell yourself you want to be like that. So the neighbour, your friend, ends up being your tester. You bring him the magazine and you two try to figure out how to make that all work, all the pretty baubles. You didn't realize that the page was one of the only ones clothed - he does however. But he doesn't say a thing, even though he's five years older then you, and just ruffles your hair because you're being cute he says.

At thirteen, he gets a girlfriend - finally, you hear his parents and your father say - and suddenly he doesn't have time anymore for you. It's sad, but you start feeling bad. You miss him, you realize, because he was the only thing you had that didn't belong to any of your siblings. So one day, you put on the lingerie that your mother got you for your birthday - after she taught you how such things worked - and snuck into his room. You lost your maidenhood that day, but you don't regret it, because he ends up breaking up with his girlfriend, and telling you he'll wait for you.

At fifteen, he moves away. You can't be consoled. You refuse to come out of your room for two years, skipping school and even blocking the door with furniture when you parents try to pull you out. They let you grab food, and just stay in there, as you bury yourself in the internet - in guys that think you're pretty when you snap a few selfies. They start telling you about parties, and other fun sounding stuff - you have no idea that most of what they're telling you is considered illegal - and wistfully wish that you still had your boyfriend.

At seventeen, your parents tell you that if you don't go to school, they will kick you out. So you end up going and you realize all your friends are gone. So you're alone, in a lower grade, and you feel empty. That's when a guy's little brother told you to go see him. And then he brings you to your first party. You're hooked and there's no going back. And you don't care, you fall in headfirst into the fetid whirlpool and are laughing as you go.

At twenty, they've had enough. You've failed your grades way too much, and you're becoming to hard to handle. You were sent to this one school, Birchwood or something, and were expected to fix yourself and become a 'productive member of society'. Not that you care, but you bet there are funny parties here right? There better be. Because you can't stream all the time in the dorm anyways, and actually have to go to school, no matter how boring it sounds.

This is what you tell others. And it's okay if they don't know the whole truth. You'd never tell it anyways.