| The Wedding Problem 2 3 4 5 6 �I am the editor of Comic Plasma. A action pack comic, that can take you away into a whole new world of comedy, and action. It may come to your mind that an editor for such a magazine shouldn�t be sitting in a dirty, disgusting jail cell like this. One like me should be in the Bahamas, spending hard earned cash.� I flipped the big black televison off. What is this, the fifties? I asked my self irritated. It wouldn�t be long before we had Barney, and the Power Rangers replaced with this black and white crap. I shook my head as I rolled over to look at Comic Plasma�s comic book. That would not make the world a better place. I am stuck in my room. This my parents like to call punishment. Oh my gosh. Just because I called my SM a green frog, from the planet Jupiter.� I get sent to my room. I screamed. �God, am I truly surrounded by idiots?� I was upset. You would be to. Ok here�s my story. I was downstairs, and my SM insulted me, by explaining how I could never be referred to as a success for beauty. �Her eyebrows for god sakes. Their hideous,� was something that she said. I then called her a green frog from the planet Jupiter. My dad then had the nerve to take my SM�s side, and then replied, �Don�t speak to your mother like that.� I then tell him I only speak the truth. And then he had the nerve to send me to my room. I looked at my brother, Dou, for help, but all he said was �That�s the way life is,� and then laughed. See what kind of family I live with? That�s my short story about the room thing, but that is not even half of it. My sister Catherine is getting married, and her husband is moving in. Oh how wonderful! Yeah only you would think such a horrible thought. I jump off my bed and walk to the mirror, and look at myself in the mirror. Dorothy, yes you are one unlucky girl, I say to myself, before hearing a call from downstairs. �Dorothy, your father decided to let you come back downstairs,� I heard. It sounded much like my sister trying to imitate a boy from below. �Yes.� I gathered a book, and then ran downstairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I find my ex-boyfriend at the end. Now this is the problem. My sister decided to marry my ex. Yes I knew my sister liked my ex, but I didn�t think she loved him. When my ex and me went our separate ways, my sister�s small mind probably went �Oh my little sister dumped him, so I can have him.� Don�t make me laugh. This is not even funny. I mean who does this to people? When you dump your ex, the person you are kin with go off and marry them. You want to know who? Catherine, my second oldest sister. Okay, but that was then, this is now. When I hit the bottom of the stairs, my ex smiles. �So, what�s up?� He asks with his deep voice. He barely smiles, so like his smiles are one in a life time. I couldn�t help to smile as I replied with, �Nothing. I really thought my sister was down here. You can do great imitations, but then again, you always had a girlish voice,� I said, while desperately trying to get by him. Having a narrow staircase stucks. I tried to move by him, but he was being annoying, and moving to the side I was. How miserable. Soon I was looking down the hallways, searching, just searching for some help. Next thing you know, my youngest sister, Hilde comes walking along. I look at her desperately for help. You would think that little brat would help me. Did she? No that little blue haired brat did no such thing. She just smiled and then went her separate way. Oh my god. And she calls herself a sister. I call her something else. I call her a blue head, big mouth, I don�t curse, big brat. Oh well, so I had to solve my problems by myself. I turned to my ex and smiled as he mumbled,�Oh how great it is to see you.� I look at Milardo like he was some kind of fool. What? Did he think I didn�t know he was doing this to punish me? �Oh there you are,� my SM said with a smile. Now let me get this straight between us, so you get my relationship with my family. My SM is really my mother, but I hate the idea of being anything more than an enemy to her, so I refer to her as SM, which yes just happens to be short for stepmother. She smiles widely at me, showing those so perfect white teeth. When she was at war, they referred to her as lady Une. To bad nobody shot her down with a machine gun, before she could pop out a few seven children. I smiled back, knowing she was enjoying the little scene, with Milardo and me here. �Well young ones, your father wants to speak to you in the kitchen,� She stopped to make her smile wider. How did she manage to get that already big enough smile bigger? Only god knows. �The wedding is not even in two weeks.� She said continuing. I am going to tell you something. I am going to make the confession. I still have feelings for my ex. The only reason I dumped the conceited fool, is because I was growing to close to him, and I thought it was bad to fall in love while you�re still in highschool. Another reason is Milardo doesn�t really make any moves. You have to be a real patience person to date him. I mean, well never mind. �So she did know,� I yelled in my mind. �Oh like everybody doesn�t. Well, forget Catherine. She wouldn�t notice that I still had feelings for Milardo, even if I told her every time she looked in the mirror. And she looks in the mirror a lot� I just shook my head at the thought of Catherine. Yeah I loved my sister, but sometimes I had to face the sad truth. That red headed woman wouldn�t notice me, if I was standing in front of her face for twenty-four hours. �Well let�s get a move on.� SM took Milardo by his arm, and escorted him to the kitchen. The kitchen was another room that should have been built half the size it was. I hated living in the three story white estate. The house was big and white, equipped with every technology made in the thousands of years humans ever lived on this planet. It had everything from talking computers, to a dish washer. I frowned at her, as I watched their two figures disappear, in the crowd of busy house servants. I shook my head knowing her happiness was coming from my misery. Oh well, I said to myself before walking to the kitchen. The kitchen was a large brick walled place, with green marble tiles, and a counter in the middle of it all. Windows, and doors exited out to the back of the house, where you could look over the pool. Luxury isn�t it? When I got to the kitchen my father stood at the table, talking to my mother�s grandparents. I called them Oldman, and Oldwoman. My father grabbed the steak knife tightly, beside him. I bet he was trying to decide if he should kill himself or his parent in-laws. I moved closer to hear the words being said. �Oh I am so happy for your daughter. So happy I could cry. I could sleep. I could throw myself a happy party.� I moved in a little closer. �I could even snore.� �Hey sis, don�t you think you should back up. You shouldn�t eavesdrop on your father�s torture,� My brother told me. I looked at Dou, as my grandparents turned their attention to me. Great they knew I was here. �Why don�t you shoot me now?� I asked my brother, almost down to tears. He pulled me close to his chest, and patted me on the shoulder. �It�s all right. I don�t have a gun.� What was that some kind of joke? What kind of condolence was that? I patted him on the shoulder feeling sorry for him. Well if that was all the compassion the fool could offer, I guess that was it. My father waved his hand for me to come over. I tried to find an excuse to not, but the look of agony my father gave me, was enough to make a person cry. I walked over to the counter. Lucretzia, my favorite sister was busy cooking some grilled tacos with the chief. She watched as he showed a few tricks with some garlic, and red peppers. �Dorothy, please entertain your mother�s parents, while I go find something else to do.� He kissed me on the forehead, but I was not staying here, so I could be called woman. Oldman was a sexist man, and called me woman, he also used my excuse for having no boyfriend, so he could call me gay. I was not about to stand here and take this. �Trieze, you leaving us?� Oldwoman asked. �No he�s not, we both are,� I replied, as I grabbed my father by his shirt sleeve, and dragged him out of the kitchen. When we were in the backyard of his house, I eyed him. He smiled at me thankfully. �You really must not love me, because to use me as an excuse to get out of your punishment, is just not right,� I told my father, as my bleached hair blew wildly in my face. The sun shone on my father�s brown hair, making him more handsome as he gave me one of those grins, he would usually show my SM. �Dear, how could you think I was using you as an excuse? Do you think I�m really that cruel? I just want you to spend some time with your grandparents.� �Yes, and while you are at it, why don�t you make me run in the middle of the street, so I could get hit by a car, and spend some time in the hospital?� I turned my back on my father, as he frowned. �You know I just want family love. Now let�s go back in the house. It�s hot out.� |