Two Princess Rooms for Her, A Trash Bag for Me

"Two homes. Both girls always have a room." That's what they promised. But Dad turned my room into a study, while Mom offered me an air mattress. My sister got two princess rooms. My belongings were crushed in a garbage compactor, and Mom abandoned me on the highway to make Claire's first-day photo. So I accepted a scholarship two thousand miles away. By the time they noticed I was gone, I'd left both family group chats. And I'm never coming back.