Entrance Into The Limelight

Emily's POV

You'll never understand the difficulty of being a middle child if you're not one yourself. Well, I've heard that quite a lot in the eighteen years I've lived and every time, I wished it applied to me as I was the middle child in the Austin family.

      When people heard of the Austin family, the first things that crossed their minds were, 'Wealth' and 'Class'. And people generally saw us as smug and arrogant fortunate kids. In school, we were called the 'perfect sisters'… well, before I ruined it all.

My elder sister, Janet Austin was the neatest damsel in the world and was more organized than the library of congress. She always made sure she had the perfect hair, and followed the latest trends. She ensured that she obtained the newest bags and shoes and got the best grades in school.

Next in line is Emily Austin… but I'm just gonna skip that and move forward to my genius younger sister, Sandra Austin who more than anything, detests her first name.

      Sandra is a cute little girl with an extremely ambitious mind and highly-ridiculous goals. Although, she wasn't half as perfect as Janet, her imperfections were overlooked as her genius brain covered all her excesses.

As for me, I wasn't so lucky to be blessed with a high IQ and neither was I lucky to have the perfect curves and amazing skin tones like Janet. I grew up acknowledging these facts and I was honestly fine without all the attention my sisters received. I was perfectly alright walking behind them in the hallways in school while they got everyone's attention. I was perfectly fine being the imperfect sister—atleast it gave me the freedom to rock my faded baggy jeans and loose unfitted blouses in school without anyone bothering to raise an eyebrow. And it also gifted me with something which my two sisters weren't fortunate to have—a true friend.

Although, Janet had at least a dozen girls who walked behind her and followed her everywhere but that couldn't be compared to what Mathilda and I had… A relationship which we didn't have to be perfect, a friendship built on our imperfections.

     Although, I loved my sisters so much, I just didn't want to be like them… And that didn't really matter as my parents couldn't have cared less.

Well, all that changed the moment Dexter Ferguson, the son of our pack's Alpha helped me treat my bruised leg on the pitch, during my soccer match.

That day, after getting back from school, like town criers, Janet and Sandra announced to my parents about my meeting with Dexter, which couldn't have been more random. For the first time, my parents looked at me with genuine interest, like a little bird had whispered to them;

"Oh! She's also your daughter."

From that day, my life changed forever. The next day, everyone in school stared at me in admiration and some looking a bit envious of me like I was a new student who was stunningly attractive.

My parents ensured that I got rid of all my perfect baggies and oversized tops and got me stylish dresses and bags. From the neglected Emily who even the birds in the skies didn't take notice of, I became the limelight of the school and family.

Despite the fact that I had been barely eight when I had lost my freedom, I still yearned for it.

Sometimes I wondered if my parents only cared so much about me because of my relationship with Dexter and I didn't have to wonder for long, as the truth was evident in everything they said and did.

Dexter was really handsome, everyone's crush, the super-strong Alpha and every single girl dreamed of being stared at by Dexter frigging Ferguson.

I remembered when I had had a serious crush on a guy named Matt, one of the few humans in town who knew nothing about werewolves.

My relationship with Matt had lasted for two hours and it was the longest relationship I've had. The ever-pokenosing Janet had found out sbout my relationship almost immediately and had threatened to report to Mum and Dad if I didn't end things with him. So, I had to break up with Matt who was more shocked than sad as I didn't want my parents to do anything drastic.

Now, I am Eighteen. Jobless. Bored. And stuck with my parents and two sisters.

"Could my life have turned out worse?"