when life gives you lemons, make lemonade

People say, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade." Well, what if you are the lemon that life gives people? What if you are the lemon, and people are constantly trying to add some sugar to you and turn you into lemonade? How do you deal with that, especially when you have an identical twin sister that is perfect at pretty much everything, and your 8 year old brother is better than you at math and science? How would you deal with that? I mean, sure, people suffer from lack of food, and lack of shelter, but I think I am suffering from lack of attention. I always feel bad when I say this, but I don't really like Chloe or Mason. I think I only love them as siblings, and not as actual human beings. 

But I feel awful every time I think it.

"Charlotte, sweetie, come down to dinner. Now." I use my great art pencil from the set Leo got me for my birthday to add on to a sketch of Chloe. "Just. a. SECOND!" I yell. "NOW!" My mother and father shout in unison. Arrrrgh. I toss down my sketchpad and inch towards the edge of the staircase. I listen to Mason show mom and dad his report card. "Aw, honey, look what the math teacher commented!" I can hear the pride in my mom's voice. "Always has his hand up, and everytime he is called on the answer is correct! An unbelievable student and child!" I can hear it in my dad's voice, too. I bite my lip and slither down the stairs silently and unwillingly. As I creep closer I hear Chloe telling Mason how good he is at math. I sit down silently and my parents and siblings don't not notice me until my fork scrapes against the plate. I shiver under their gaze. I really am not used to being in the center of attention, not even for a second. "There you are!" My mother says. everyone else goes back to complimenting Mason. "Char!" I wince. "Don't call me Char." I say coldly. Chloe shrugs. "Okay, whatever, Charlotte! look at Mason's report card, it's great, all fours, not one single-" "3, 2, or 1. yeah, I know." Chloe hesitates, not sure if I was being sarcastic, then smiles and continues eating her dinner.The dinner goes by like every other dinner. Chloe and Mason blabbing about their wonderful days and when mom and dad ask me how mine was, I shrug and they don't care. when dinner is finally over, and Mason and Chloe have gone through the kitchen and to their bedrooms to sleep, I go up to my room and spend until midnight working on my math homework. I am about to crawl into bed when I hear screaming. Lots of it. I am suddenly wide awake. I dash out of my room and leap down the stairs and encounter flames. I yelp as my hand gets a little burnt by the swirling sea of orange. "Charlotte!" It is Mason and Chloe, hugging, wide eyed, crying... trapped. Behind the flames my siblings are trapped. I hear the ringing of a smoke alarms and sirens. But I can't see anything but my sister and brother. "No." I whisper. I won't accept the truth. "Go." Chloe looks down and sobs. "Please go, Charlotte." I scream. "I won't!" A hand grips my wrist and I am pulled into the sharp cold air. I look around and everything is silent, empty. My parents are crying. I know, suddenly, that I did love my sister and brother. I was just jealous. In fact, I loved them more then I loved myself. And that was my problem. Now they are dead, and when they were alive, I didn't know I loved them. And the worst thing is, they didn't know either, because I never told them.