Sloan
My mouth was twisted into a thin line as I watched my three cousins approach me. I have more than three cousins, but these are the ones that I'm most familiar with, and that happened against my own will.
"Why are you here?" I asked dryly once they stopped a few feet away. I was currently out here in the garden in my wing, and I only came out here whenever I wanted to think. When I was young, I used to imagine that if i had a loving family, we'd have cuddled in this garden on multiple occasions. We'd have sat here in the night and watched the stars. We'd have had countless picnics here. But alas, all of those never happened. They were just figments of my imaginations.
When I turned around to regard my cousins, a stormy cloud settled over my emotions. I've never gotten along with my cousins and I'm certain they detest me like I do them. I don't even know why my father keeps trying to get us to interact when we'd never ever get along no matter what.
