Whenever I react to something, my family always seems to bring me down with lots of hurtful feelings like 'go to hell' or 'you sure about that?' I never figure out why. That's just one of the million reasons why I ran away. But I regret that decision.
My name is Johnny Darsla and I'm 13 years old. I have to older twin siblings (both boys and both 19 years old, Tom and Luke).They look exactly alike with cool jean jacket and their perfect wavy hair. They're the type of kids who goes to school in a red Lamborghini with the hottest girls in school as their girlfriends and always has party's and drinks until they can't walk. My parents don't care. They're always at work, giving all their money to my brothers and fighting, and eating supper at 10 o'clock.Or I should say MY supper that I made and they throw THEIR shoes on MY swept and mopped floor. I'm like their little 13 year old maid who does everything. I mean I can't say they don't love me, it's just that they're never home so they split the chores between us three. But Tom and Luke threaten me so I end up having to do everything. I regret not telling mom and dad about it. But I know you're probably thinking, poor kid by now but it gets worse.