I was facetiming and giggling with my friend Steph at 1:30am one saturday night when Adam, my little brother walked in. he was shaking in his fuzzy, navy blue blanket that was wrapped around his shoulders. I then noticed him wiping away at his rosy, tear soaked cheeks in the bright glow that my phone filled the room with. “Jenna, someone’s watching me from the window”, the small blonde boy said softly. “Its probably just the shadow of the tree, go back to bed.”, i dismissed a little annoyed. “ No someone’s out there you have to listen me!”, he insisted. I rolled my eyes, hung up, and let him climb up onto my bed. At about 3:00 am, I drowsily opened my eyes when i felt a shift in the bed and a whistle in the wind. I thought adam got up to use the bathroom or get a snack but i was too tired to get up and check. I did think it was kind of weird when i heard him whispering something to himself. I couldn't figure out what he said but then again it could have just been the wind. And maybe i should have found it a little odd when he didn't come back into my room. I know he didn't like being alone. The next morning, I walked in on my mom crying in the kitchen, holding onto my dads gray tee shirt tight enough to make wrinkles in it. When i asked where adam was, she clenched the soaked shirt harder, making her knuckles turn white. My dad turned to me, eyes red and watery, it made my stomach churn. He handed me a note in my brothers messy hand writing “ why didn't you listen?”

I’m sick of being little miss perfect all the time. It’s my Midas Touch. I try to sink to the bottom but every time I rise to the top like a life vest in a pool. People at school who I've never met try to help with their pushes and pranks. Nothing really results of it when you have perfect attention and reflexes. They all talk but I guess they forgot that I also have perfect hearing.