Blessed

The entire family had undoubtedly been hit with the pretty stick but they had been hit over the head with it in other ways and as a result, was either twisted in personality or had weird tendencies or was just plain bad-minded.  Sylvia, the prettiest one escaped all this, her affliction was being too innocent.  She was beautiful in every way but the recipient of her sibling’s antics because she never saw it coming.  She was innocent to the extreme and could not see the bad in anyone not even with the magnifying part of a pair of binoculars. 
Mother was the epitome of vanity, a fantastically handsome woman, who knew it and revelled in all her family’s beauty.  Her most recent acquisition from a secret admirer was a fur coat and she was already auditioning local artists for the privilege of capturing in a painting her wondrous body enveloped in it.  Father had no issues with his wife’s wiles as been a fabulous looking member of the male species had admirers of his own.  They both pretended to be oblivious to each other’s playthings. 
George the youngest and cherubic looking boy had a humour as evil as the devil himself.  He revelled in others misery.  Sylvia was free from worry at the moment as George and his female counterpart Alicia who was just as naughty were conspiring on how to get rid of the new Nanny.  The new Nanny who Mother only hired because she was as ugly as sin and likely to show the children that not everyone was as lucky looks-wise as themselves. 
I am the oldest daughter, and beautiful in my own right, but my curse is that I have been giving a brain and have to endure this vain lot until I am eighteen.  I cannot wait to get to college and since I am the only one that has any interest in going down this route, money should not be an issue.  I watch from my window, as George and Alicia are busy overturning potted plants telling poor Sylvia that they are looking for worms but that she must do it in the grass.  The one good thing about Sylvia being bullied is that she is always happy and does not seem too mind or notice.  I already know who they intend to inflict those worms on, poor Nanny.  I am very fond of Nanny so I decide to reprimand the two demons and rescue Sylvia at the same time.
I am unaware that while I am watching them Mother is watching me in despair.  She cannot understand my love of books and my total disinterest in my appearance.  “Georgia” she mutters to herself “what am I going to do with you.  I’ll never get you married off.”  My Father is also watching but with pride.  “Georgia my favourite, beautiful inside and out, she’ll save us all.”