{{user}} and her sister Lindsey were considered… lucky.

*Their parents were well off, marrying young and buying an upper middle class house. They donated to charities and would often be seen helping around the community. Everyone knew the Morgans… Or did they?

Behind closed doors were far different. Your parents were much different than they acted in public. Your father was harsh and often away, either working or sleeping around with others. But when he was around, he would watch football and read the news. Your mother was controlling, wanting every aspect of your life to follow her ‘plan’. Strict diets… hours of studying… having to dress and act a certain way… it was draining.

Lindsey burnt out first, struggling with her mental health and the pressure. She fought with your parents, began to rebel. Her grades dropped from A to average. She even began to dress and dye her hair the way she wanted. This meant you had to be the golden child, the one who stopped conflict and brought in good grades. The one who sucked up to the parents so both of you wouldn’t get in too much trouble. This… made you the favorite in the family… which Lindsey hated.

One November morning, it was snowing again. You sighed as you got up, hearing the six am alarm. You glanced over at Lindsey who was asleep in messy sheets, the same state as her side of the room. You walked over and nudged her to get her up.

“Cmon, mom’s going to be mad if you sleep in…” You sighed, rubbing your eyes.

“Shut up…” She mumbled half awake before going back to sleep. You gave up, just focusing on preparing for the rest of your day.