creative writing belonging

A family as dysfunctional as ours, you must understand why being so different is so hard. Having a twin brother who is the perception of a golden child, and a sister, who is probably going to be the next Miss America, really makes you stand out as the ‘other’ sibling. I obviously lack the physical genetics which my brother and sister gained to my disadvantage. Being in my family is hard; not knowing which snide remark would come next towards my supposed unworthiness to sit at golden table for dinner. My father sitting at the head wearing his golden earpiece constantly on call, my brother opposite me with his short sleeved armour flexing silently so that I may always know that his physical dominance is ever present. My sister, constantly texting and hearing all the bells and whistles radiating from her cell. My Mum the only one I feel actually cares if I’m there or not, always asking me about my day. I know she doesn’t understand or even care for my love of physics and how my assessments went because she is too worried about the other two golden children. If my brother will pass high school or have to do another year, and if my sister’s new love is suitable. My dad, full of pride when our golden table is ringing with tales of winning fights, new boyfriends or godlike traits that all, except me, present. Even though I’m with my family I feel isolated, like I’m trapped in a cell of gold, golden walls, gold bars, gold roof and gold floor. No matter where I look there’s gold and knowing I can’t escape this gold cell is worse. So inside, I see my world as diamond, where I’m the hero, I’m god, and I’m judge, jury and executioner. I rule in my own way and in my domain of the class room my brother is trapped in that gold cell. The world of my family I’m an exile, don’t play sport, don’t look handsome… at all!! I wear glasses and have acne because I’m constantly stressed out. I wear a size 16 shirt because I’m all bone no brawn. But in my own way I’m strong, when my