First out, last in

First out, last in

The word 'favoritism' always left a bitter taste in her mouth  

everytime she said it. 

She is alone, therefore she knows immediately if one is favored over her. It is not a rarity, it's even a commonplace event in her life. She figures that her parents are mostly tired, bored and passive of her antics. They've had 16 going 17 years watching her grow up into a pathetic being. Which leads them to find other little girls or little boys to pour their love and attention to. Some angelic kid with perfect scores, musical skills and doesn't ask for much. And all she can do is stand on the sideline and bite her tongue until the unmistakable tang of blood makes an appearance. She minds, but she doesn't mind it much anymore. She's rather sick of herself anyway so what's to love. And in the end of the day, there are so many questions left on her tongue, bleeding and waiting for answers that will never come. Questions such as "Did I make you proud?", "Am I still worthy of you?" or "Would you like me to have the papers drawn up for your new child's adoption?". She can only imagine the possible comebacks to those. Oh dear, her imagination simply runs wild. But it's alright, solitude suits her. No one really wants here around anyway.

So in the meantime, she'll go back lurking in the shadows where she truly belongs. Just until her clipped wings grow out once more.