the omen

i have just found out that in may i am going to europe to live with my aunt for a month. and frankly i cant wait. i want to get out of this hell hole some people might call a home. this house is my jail, were i am tortured by this omen child who runs the house. she sceams, yells, manipulates, and gets what ever she wants. its a never ending game of favorites were she is always 2 steps ahead. it is never enough for those things i call mom and dad, there is no way that i can become there favorite anymore. ever sence she was born she was the one. for about a month after her 3 months premature birth her and my parents were the only people in what we call our family, to the press and at the time felt like the whole world. i can remember that day that they were on the front page of the news paper that said " The _______ Family" with a picture of the devil child and my parents, not me not my other 2 sisters, just the favorite. at that point i realized that im not inportant anymore. i now start to wonder, will i ever be . . .