My mundane life is nothing special. I live in the suburbs with my parents and two siblings.
I have a brother who is two years older and lives at the university dorm 500 miles away. Josh is the favorite of my Mom and Dad's heir to the business. If there is an award for a model son and brother, he would get it.
My sister Grace is two years younger and the apple of my Dad's eye. A certified princess filial to my parents in every aspect. Her bubbly and sweet demeanor has my parents wrapped around her fingers. The way Mom shops clothes and accessories for her, she seems to be a substitute for the doll that my Mom never had growing up.
My Dad owns a business that he started from scratch. We grew up barely seeing my Dad during the week knowing he is hard at work. We routinely see him on Friday nights holding a bottle of beer after dinner while he sits outside by the pool. We are all benefiting from my father's hard work and living a comfortable life.
Dad teaches us to work for what we want while at the same time making sure we have what he missed growing up like popular toys, activities, fun, trending clothes, etc.
Mom is hands-on with our education and well-being. She wouldn't miss scheduling our medical and dental check-ups annually. Mom also has a habit of coming to our school unannounced just to check with the school office that there's nothing amiss.
I am neither filial nor a favorite child. As a middle child, I care very little when it comes to my family. I am the forgotten child who learned to live with minimal attention from my parents. I do the bare minimum expected of me, and I keep things low-key to escape their attention. If I did anything that remotely made them happy or proud, it is by accident, and not intentional.
People say I am the one who closely resembles my Dad in demeanor, and has my Mom's beautiful face. I don't believe this but have never argued hearing it from people. My height and proportioned body are nothing special. Just an average 17-year-old body that shows I am physically fit from playing sports. My face isn't bad either. Depending on which side people are looking at, I can be charming or cute.
Unlike my smart brother, I am average academically but my brain is best us for strategy. I learned very early on how to avoid attention, but at the same time get what I want by talking and reacting less. Pretty much put a facade that I am good with whatever.
I plan to live my carefree and mundane teenage life drama-free, then be in the helms of control until I start college in a very far away university that is far from my parents' control, sight, and reach.
If I am obliged to be honest, they are not awful parents. I probably generated this resentment towards them from having felt their favoritisms early on. I watched my siblings receive most of their attention, care, and worries growing up. Learning jealousy at a very young age did not serve me well and I had to be smart.
So, you see, my parents do not deserve my sentiments and treatment towards them but I can't seem to help it. Maybe, when I get older, how I feel about them will change. For now, I enjoy the control over my minimal dealings with them.
Going to a mixed-gender private school has its perks. I don't have to find ways to socialize with girls. Just like a typical teenager, I have crushes but they change often and frequently. I justify my habit of crushing on different girls to my friends as part of my exploration to find "the best high school relationship" as part of my life journey that I am directing.
When, who, where, and how I will be in a relationship are all within my control and plan. I refuse to get into any relationship early to avoid unnecessary chaos and drama that I will be too young to handle. I do, however, plan to not end my high school life without experiencing it. It doesn't require to be a serious one. It just has to be one I choose at the time I want. I write the script and control the narrative of the life I will live.