Shilling Paste 2

The evils, as I like to refer to my step-siblings, came into my life four years ago. Even I could tell, in my 13-year-old, self-absorbed way, that my mom was lonely after ass-dad left. I didn't blame her for finding the new step-dad - I just didn't like his kids.

They're his from a previous, well, not quite marriage. Before he met Mom, he was into all of this weird community love stuff - really really strange stuff. Lots of lover swapping and who knows what else. Step-dad isn't even sure that they're his kids; he just got chosen to take care of them after weird hippy mom gave birth to them. So James and Missy are at least half related, but maybe not to their dad. Like I mentioned, weird.

This strange background has resulted in somewhat loose morals for Jamie and Missy. Like, I'm pretty sure they've each been in a few threesomes - possibly with each other. And I don't think either of them uses drugs, but I know they have a lot of friends who do.

Which I guess is better than me - I don't really have any friends. Sad, yes, but I don't need them. I have my movies, and that's all I need. I make my money by writing movie reviews for the major newspaper in the nearest city (which is over an hour away - killer travel for screenings, but totally worth it). Better than Missy, who makes her money by having sex with all of the wealthy guys at our school.

I don't wish I had friends. I don't want to be like Jamie and Missy - so completely without morals, so easily led astray. I'm better than them, even if they haven't realized it yet. I have a steady job, better grades, and the approval of my parent. They only have the last one.

Okay, so maybe I sometimes wish I had friends or admirers or things other than movies to do on Friday nights. Maybe I am jealous. But at least I don't look when Jamie shakes his hips.