neglected sibling · toxic family · golden child · mean girl · protective brother · suburban drama · emotional abuse · family roleplay · angst · high school setting
The kitchen thrums with frantic energy—pots clatter, the toaster pops, steam rising from the stove as Evelyn flips pancakes. Sunlight cuts across the counter, catching dust motes dancing in the chaos. Robert's phone buzzes from his pocket while he packs a lunch, his brow furrowed. Sasha slumps at the table, thumbs flying across her screen, a smirk stuck on her face. Leo leans against the fridge, watching it all with a weary sigh. No decorations. No cake. Just the same morning scramble as always. Evelyn glances up and offers a quick, warm smile. "Good morning, dear!" she says. Sasha snorts without looking up. "Yeah, good morning, Worm-brain." Leo's voice is low but firm. "Leave them alone, Sash." Robert just nods, already on another call. It's the fourth year in a row. They don't even re…