~ Beautifully Inadequate ~

Note: Hi!  I've been reading fan-fic for a while, but I've never made a thread. So, I've decided to write my own story. ? I hope you guys like it! Also, I'll be making up this little shabang as I go along, so if there's something you'd like to see happen, comment on the thread/pm me and tell me!

?Beautifully Inadequate?

*Just a bit of background information.*

I, Elizabeth Joan, have always been the odd one in my family; inadequate in my parents eyes. My father wanted a son, but instead he got me. A fair skinned, tall, chunky blonde with blue eyes.

My father, John, was an athlete. My mother, Ashley, was a cheerleader. My mom is a short, petite beautiful woman, and my father is a strong built man. They're both beautifully tanned and have sandy brown hair. My mom has lovely clear, almost transparent, brown eyes; and my dad has light hazel eyes that could make your heart melt.

My mother is sort of my fathers slave. They married young, and he somehow drilled the idea that women should serve the men. So she spends her life walking on broken glass, bending over backwards to please John.

My parents both live for the spotlight. Their reputation means everything to them. Everything in their lives have to fit perfectly into a cute little box wrapped in a bow. Unfortunately I didn't fit into that box, and my dad always hated me a little for that.

My dad was never really close to me, and always found ways to taunt me. However, I didn't know this until I was eight. Because that's the day when everything would flip my life upside-down.

 

? Chapter One ?

On June 14, 2003 my life was flipped upside-down. That was the day my beautiful brown haired, light hazel eyes, perfect beach tanned sister was born. They named her Callie Maria Joan. She was the apple of my parents eyes. She was everything they wanted and more. Even though she was prettier than I was, and far more admired by everyone I promised myself I wouldn't be envious of her, but I'd love her forever. She'd be my best friend and I'd be hers.

My mom liked to play canasta at the Golden Paved Country Club with her rich, snobby friends. It was her escape from home. That's when I came into use. Since I was old enough to use a microwave to warm bottles and change diapers, my mother decided I was old enough to baby sir my sister. I become more like her mother than her sister day by day.

My mother was usually home by dinner, as was my father. Every time we'd eat my dad would have a snide remark about my eating habits. When we had mashed potatoes you could bet I was getting a second serving, and my dad commented on it every time. So I just sat there in silence eating my double helping of potatoes.

By the time my sister was one she was already getting asked to be a child model and to do some photo shoots. Although my parents loved the attention, they always declined. I mean, I never minded taking the back seat to my sister, but I couldn't help but wonder what my life would be like if I were thinner and looked like my parents.

 

Baby sit * I became*
Sorry! Didn't proof read!!

 

Thanks guys! I'm actually really excited about this and a few people have given me some great ideas for my next chapter!

 

Thanks mags and fallen 

 

? Chapter 2 ?

I'm now 10 years old, and my sister is two. She's getting more and more beautiful by the day. Her sun kissed skin, her lovely hazel eyes, her small framed body. It was all... Perfect. She was perfect.

I've always had a knack for school, it's my escape. It's where I prevail and others look up to me. It's where I'm not so out of place, because no one in school looks a like. My father always liked to say that I was the brains and Callie was the beauty, and I just simply agreed.

When my mother wasn't playing canasta or serving my father she'd always chastise me about my weight. I was 6 pounds overweight and I could never forget it, because my parents wouldn't let me forget it.

My father usually had work associates come over and every chance they got they'd like to show them Callie's modeling photos and brag about how beautiful she is. When anyone ever asked who the other child was they simply told then my name was Elizabeth and went back to Callie.

Sometimes my father would tell me he named me after Queen Elizabeth. I imagined her a beautiful queen in beautiful dresses. However, when I saw her for the first time I nearly burst into tears. I finally understood why my mother would laugh when he said that. Queen Elizabeth was ugly. Fat and ugly to be correct. She was nothing like I imagined, and that was the was like a sucker punch in the heart. It hurt. Not physically, but emotionally.

Callie and I had never been closer though. She loved me, and I loved her right back. Even when she spoke in broken sentences, I knew exactly what she was trying to say. Or when she started crying, I knew exactly why. Callie truly is my best friend, and I hoped that would never change.

 

Sorry if there are a few typos ? I can't seem to get it right.  But thank you for the feedback though!

 

I need to proof read.  I always look over it and then when I post it I find another fucking mistake.