By Molly McCaffrey
My brother Andy ironed his collar with his shirt still on, leaving a scar on his neck that looks like a caterpillar. Heíd landed a new job at the Big Lots uptown and wanted to look fancy. Andy is the oldest boy but only third in a line of six.
Jeannie was the first. She works for a dentist and believes in commercials: if she sees it on TV, then it must be true. Andy calls her a zombie, but he watches too.
Next is Rosie. She does three hundred sit-ups a night and circles her eyes with fat blue liner. Everyone says sheíll be pregnant by the end of sophomore year.
Martin, the youngest, plays dress-up with our cousin Jessica: stained red lips and purple feather boas that used to belong to Rosie.
They all think Henry is weird. He likes to read and stay inside all summer.
My mother teaches special ed. She calls her students retards, but insists, Iím the only one who can say that, when Martin protests and Henry gives her a dirty look. She settled for Dad when she was two months pregnant with someone elseís kid. Jeannie doesnít know he isnít her real father.
Dad eats with his mouth open, and Mom has given up on telling him to shut his trap. I just look away.
Me, Iím the only normal one. I figured out how to beat the system: how to get boys off without getting knocked up, how to earn good grades without cracking a book, how to convince Dad to give me his loose change.
be gone by the time Martin comes out of the closet and Rosieís given birth,
before Henry kills himself and Jeannie cries herself to sleep. Before Andy
sets the house on fire. Iím saving up for a ticket to
I donít want to be a superstar or a model or anything stupid like that. I just want to be different than my family. I want to leave them behind and never come back. I want to be new.
Copyright © 2008 Molly McCaffrey