Dracula's Munchkin.

SIX.

Priscilla POV.

“Wake up you lazy butt” I heard my lovely older sister voice, what a great way to start your day, let me tell you a thing about my sister, she’s a b***h. Ever since we were little she always reminded me that she’s the older sister, she’s the one who makes our parents proud, while I’m just the annoying sister.

“I’m up” I say, it’s either get up on your own or she’ll get creative ways to wake me up or go and get our mother, now that would be a terrible way to wake up.

I went to the bathroom, well stumbled in, since one of my eyes refused to open yet, still I got in and made it to the bathroom right in time, I’m a pro you see. Next I brushed my teeth, those doesn’t need my eyes to be open, once they were clean, I put my hair messily in a bun, the messiest of the messy hair buns to ever be.

Next I walked outside following my annoying sister, she have a name of course but no need to use it, annoying works just as good but if you really, really need to know her name is Olivia, Olivia the annoying.

We got two older brother, one of them agrees with Olivia on about everything, he’s our dad’s boy, Olivia is mother’s girl, while I belong to no one. Our oldest, he only keep up with our parents while saving to move out, I’

m only sixteen, moving out without a real job is out of the question.

I don’t even understand how my older brother Luke was saving up, where does he get the money? Our parents hardly give us anything, and he always buys me candy, if he plans on stopping my candy supplies to move out, I’ll be really mad!

“Let’s go” mother says in a firm voice, there’s no breakfast for any of us this morning, or any morning.

Mother says, that breakfast just weight us down, we need to simply get up and get ready, the food we get, well it depends on how good you do through your training, being me, I’m simply grateful for Luke buying me random candy or I’d hungry for sure.  

We first started the running, every day we have to run, dad have a bad knee, he can’t run with us, but us we have to do it. Olivia was happy to show off how good she is at running, our middle brother, Henry wasn’t as fast but he and Oliva would always race to see who could win.

I was lucky to be able to keep up, when I stopped to catch my breath, lapses aren’t a hobby of mine, I had to stop and take a deep breaths, trying not to faint, not again, if I faint dad would have my ass again!

“Move it Priscilla” my mother yells, I swear to god that woman hates me, well I hate her too, it’s mutual feeling, I hate everyone in this family, well maybe except Luke but not that much, he can be just as mean as the others sometimes.

After moving my bum down to keep up with my siblings, I was the last one to make the stupid laps dad made us run, but since I was the slowest, he made me do extras, of course he did, he always do when I end up last, the lapse took me four minutes compared to the three minutes of my siblings.

What are we even training for? The marathon? Cause no one bother to tell me anything, I’m on the keep your mouth shut, no need to know bases, that’s how things goes around here and it’s driving me crazy.

“Let’s go you lazy good for nothing” Dad yells, you gotta love my dad, he’s the best as you can see, that happens to be my nickname around the house, he’s still keeping it friendly so far, the day have just began, the best is yet to come.

I kept up with my siblings, until I was so tired that I had to sit down, I couldn’t take any more sit ups, push ups, or any kind of physical activity, if I hear one more person say Jumping Jacks, I’m kicking his ass!

If this whole morning torture wasn’t enough I had school next, I was a smart girl, but I skipped few years, not by choice, my parents made me skip to train me but for what? I still don’t know, I’m two year older than the whole class, they think I’m stupid, reality is, I had no choice in it.

“Let’s go squirt I’m driving you” Luke says getting ready, he was already showered and dressed while I smelled like s**t. Running toward my room, Olivia of course was still showering, I had to knock on the door several times waiting for her to finally be done. When she got out, she left me no hot water, she never does, one freezing shower that left my bruises old and new, my sore muscles even more sore now.

I got dressed in a hoodie that’s long enough to hide my bruises, and some sweat pants that wouldn’t push on my sore thighs and muscles. I don’t like this style, I’m more of a girly girl, I like pink sparkle, dresses and skirts, but I can’t wear those, unless I want to show the whole world how beat up my body is.

My closet is filled with working out gear, neutral colors of course, sweats and hoodies, I have jeans and some long sleeve tees, and finally one dress, I wish I could wear that every day, but it’s my church clothes.

We go to church every Sunday, my family is really religious, why, the hell should I know. They believe in heaven and hell, they made my life a living hell, see great beliefs. I was named Priscilla after a saint, they believed I would be a good addition to the family, but I also know they had me by mistake, our family should have stopped at three with annoying sis being the youngest, but my parents don’t really know what condom means, and they got me.

“Ready?” My brother asks taking me out toward his car, I got in groaning at the pain, how does he do all that and not be in pain later, that’s above me.

On the drive school I just took the chance to take a quick nap, I was exhausted, I’ll probably fall asleep in most of my classes, I couldn’t wait till I graduate but I’m worried about what would happen next.

“We’re here Rilla” my brother says waking me up, I just nod take my backpack and get inside the school, I just planned on sleeping.

You’d think with me being older than everyone else, I’ll be the popular one, or at least a bully, instead I’m the one who get bullied, I’m small enough to be seen as fourteen year old. Some of them are even bigger than me in size, I’m the smallest in my family, I think I got the short straw, literally.

I got inside, I was late, I went to my class, the teacher gave me that look, the one that says he’s not in the mood to deal with me. I see that look very often, I took my seat in the back of the class before falling asleep. The day went on like that, it always does, except at lunch, when I got out to hide from everyone else they got me the brats.

I call them that, they are like the real version of mean girls, someone who’ll make my life hell just for the fun of it, they bully me, call me fat, make fun of my clothes, they know nothing about me but they still think they have every right to call me bad words, to fat shame me, while I’m not even fat, I hardly eat and the training I do is more than enough to burn all calories intake. My hair, it’s long brown curly hair but I can’t let it down, mom’s orders, and finally my eyes, they are grey of color, the brats says I don’t even have a real eye color with how pale mine are.

I did what I do every time someone hurts me, I tune it all out, I imagine I’m a baby again, a little girl who got nothing to worry about, well I wish I do.