When safe becomes a dead end

After 2 mths of being an orphan again, i found someone that would take me in. Although the house was not too big, but my parents appears to be earning enough to support me. I was given alot of freedom to express myself. I felt somehow i was mingling well with my new sister. She would boast alot about the expensive stuff she has and the important people she meets. I find it wierd that someone would have so much to talk about money and status.

I tried to appear interested in what she says. But sometimes i feel like strangling her. She comes back from school and would tell parents how well she did and that all the teacher said she was a very good student.

I went to school with her and know just how well she did. She would often forget to do her homework and get me to do for her. For exams, she barely passed. I score high marks for most.

I did not run to parents to tell about my marks. because when the report card comes, they will know. i felt no need to boast like sister.

Being under the same roof as sister, i found myself sharing with her about my secrets although i dont really like her. I had no one to talk to. Sister tells me she helps me tell parent about my good points. i felt happy.

Father talks little to me. But Mother seems to like me better. She gets angry with sister often. School will call up to inform her of how naughty sister is at school. But being a good mother, she does not let father know.

Father had many rich visitors coming to the house. Some were important people. I stood out like a sore thumb. I was seen as ill-bred and rude. Sister will display herself like a peacock and charm every visitor.

I did not want to appear hostile. But i am often misunderstood. When i am afraid, i look angry. And when i am angry, i look funny. It will take a real expert to see an uncut diamond of its worth. Even before it is being crafted.

I thought my parents will accept me for the way i am. But one day, they told me that i will be sent back to the orphanage. They felt i was more suited for the lower income home. I am like a piece of broken furniture in a big mansion. They feel i am not like sister. Sister is their daughter of premium choice.

I was lost for words. i wanted to beg to stay. being an orphan has taught me to keep my dignity, begging would not help. i wanted to talk to sister. so she could help me feel better.

After talking to her, i felt her words were contradicting to her actions. She told me she does not like to boast to father. But i have seen her doing it all the time. I know strongly she was a contributing factor for my phlight. She gives that smile with hidden daggers.

i was knocked off my seat with no warning. I had trusted too easily again. I am a dove that will learn to be a wolf among the dessert.

I will remind myself not to trust people too easily again.