Belong. Such a strong word. Whether you fit in with the puzzle, or just a swapped piece. Whether you are white sheep or a black sheep.

Whether you feel welcome.

I never belonged in my family. They are short, black hairand dark skinned, and I’m tall, red hair and light skinned, or aka, I’m adopted and their not. They pitied me when I was young, but now I’m “not worth working for.”

I have to earn everything, my ‘siblings’ are gifted whatever they want. I barely have any bed, my ‘siblings’ have two rooms each.

“Beth! Get your ass down here!” My ‘father’ bellows, bringing me to the present world.

“Coming!” I respond, trying to find a sweet tone to use. I run from my room to downstairs in the kitchen, where my ‘family’ sits at the dinner table, waiting for me to cook dinner.

“Took you long enough.” My ‘brother’ mutters.

I try to ignore his comment, but I can’t hold it in anymore.

“You know what? I’m tired of being a servant for you ungrateful bitches! If you’re going to treat me like this, just abandon me! Leave me to be adopted to a better family instead of living in this shithole!” I snap, glaring at them with a burning fire in my eyes.

“Beth! How atrocious!” My ‘mother’ gasps, appalled. I decide to stride past her, and the rest of them towards the door. As I open it, I say one final last thing before I walk out forever.

“I never belonged here anyway.”