“Honey, it’s time for school. Wake up sweetheart.” Sloan’s eyes fluttered open to the sight of her mother, smiling ever so sweetly; it sickened Sloan.
“Mmm…10 more minutes” Sloan groaned, pulling the covers over her head.
“Come Sloan, you know what they say “the early bird gets the worm.” And besides, you wouldn’t want to miss what wonderful opportunities this day has to offer.” Sloan replied with a muffled groan.
“Grmph mom, anfgs please, jkef early”
“Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes.” her mother replied before shutting the door to Sloan’s room. After about five more minutes Sloan, removed the duvet from over her head and climbed out of bed. Wiping the sleep out of her eyes, she walked to the mirror. Looking at her reflection she analyzed the reflection she was looking at. Sloan had pale, ashen-like skin, tiny, fairy like features, thin, flat hair, and raven black in color. She saw herself as less than ordinary. Sloan looked nothing like the rest of her family. They all had smooth, olive skin, dark brown hair with natural caramel highlights, light, ocean blue eyes, and strong Italian facial features. In other words, Perfect. The only thing Sloan thought was even remotely interesting about her was her storm, grey eyes.
Turning away from the mirror she, got dressed in a light grey hoodie, ripped, worn black jeans, and some black, high top converse. She threw her hair into a messy ponytail, grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs for breakfast. Sloan chose the colors she wore carefully, anything to make her seem less noticeable was what she gravitated towards. As soon as Sloan stepped through the archway into the dining room, her ears were met with a chorus of voices.
“Morning!” her family said to her.
“Glad to see you decided to join us sleeping beauty.” her dad, Mr. Stevens said.
“Sorry dad, I was uh… I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” Sloan spoke in a quiet voice, or dad always made her a little nervous.
“Well, maybe if you got dressed for the day you’d feel better sweetie”, her mother commented, looking Sloan up and down, sizing her up.
“… I am dressed mom”, Sloan muttered, tugging on the sleeve of her hoodie.
“Really? I could hardly tell.” Mrs. Michelle said in a mocking tone. “You need to try harder Sloan. Take your sister for example. Erica’s got on makeup, her hair is curled, and she looks put together Sloan.” Erica glowed with pride for being praised by her mother. Sloan said nothing after her mother was done scrutinizing her. Again. She was never good enough in her family’s eyes. In this perfect, all American family, Sloan was the ugly duckling. Her older sister Erica, an all A student, 4.0 GPA; first chair violin in the orchestra, cheerleader captain on the school’s varsity team and on her all-star cheer team, and a steady boyfriend of 2 years. Her twin brother Trystian had gotten his GED at 15 and was training to become a chef for god sakes. Her dad was the founder of the extremely successful Habitat for Humanity’s foundation. Because of this, her mom could afford to be a homemaker. Sloan was an A/B student. She’d never been very athletic and possessed no musical or artistic talent. Except writing, she loved to write. It was Sloan’s escape from the world and she was a fantastic writer. But she was too afraid to ever let anybody read her work. One day she hoped to become a novelist and a poet. Sloan’s mother thought it was a waste of time her father had no opinion on the subject. He’d never thought much of Sloan anyway. Sloan didn’t care what they thought. She was counting down the days until she was free. Free of this house, free of this family, free of this life she was forced to live in for the time being. She constantly felt as if she was suffocating.