Where there is Light, Shadows follow.

The start of it all

                                 Chapter 1

Being the main character and witness of the story, let me introduce my family and the morning it all started to come together.
To introduce myself, Veronica, a high strung almost adult, freshly into college. Secretly a hopeless romantic who is too sensitive for my own good, overly curious individual who day dreamed way too much. A need for a social life, but hating every social gathering with any more than five people. My plan was to follow my creative side and do photography in college, possibly get a degree in arts and move on to shoot movies. Deep down I wanted to follow my mother into the medical field,which eventually I did. My sister, Corissa on the other hand. Seemed to have everything figured out already, being a couple years older than me she had more time to think on what to do. Wanting to be a veterinarian to help animals was her passion, animal lover of all from a hamster to a horse there wasn't an animal she wouldn't help. A great boyfriend, Josh who supported her with everything she chose to do. They have one of those dream relationships where in movies they fight and argue but come back together so beautifully and push each other for the best. One thing my sister and I have in common is our love for our mother, and our mixed feelings for our father. Our mother, Elizabeth, is a hardworking woman who took on three jobs when we were infants to pay for our house bills and to take care of her "husband". Wonderful woman all around and a veteran to our country full of love for her kids and husband Jeff.

That morning during my routine of waking up right before I had to rush down to my morning English class, sharing the bathroom with my sister was a pain sometimes. Balancing chugging my morning coffee and trying to brush my teeth with her brushing her long brown hair. Bumping elbows to get out the door.
"You can't wait until I'm done here?" Corissa said with a snarky tone
"No, I need to leave like five minutes ago." I said.
Rolling her eyes Corissa finished brushing her hair and left to go to her job at Joe's pizza across the mountain. I finished brushing my teeth and mixing it with coffee,snatched my keys off our key hanger by the door and raced down to my red beetle to head off to class. Thinking about my sister on the drive down, we never got along too well, to me things were always tense like walking on glass. All of us were because of my father, every day you could feel Corissa, my mother and I holding our breath to not upset him. Corissa being a head strong woman and stubborn, which I believe is a compliment. She was never scared to speak her mind, or let someone know that they did her wrong, which Josh loves. He's a very mellow man, soft spoken and shy, but as friendly as they come. I'll learn to love that about Corissa, and hope it rubs off on me. I've always played the middle ground, being the peacekeeper between things like my mom was me and Corissa's peacekeeper when we argued.
I had always taken offense to my sister's "attitude", when really it's just how she speaks and means no harm.

Finally arriving at the San Antonio Saints campus, I jogged to class on time. Found my seat in the middle, so enough attention was off of me, but just enough to make my professor assume I was paying attention. There was a young man behind me who always tried to get my attention, or to work with him. He gave me a weird feeling most days, not the good kind like butterflies. The type to make the hairs on your arms stand up and anxiety stir in the bottom of your stomach. Surely it wasn't me being judgmental or turned away by the way he dressed with a raiders hat and pants practically at his ankles. Today, I got stuck working with him on a project with poems. Me writing a sappy poem about my ex, we had to share poems and annotate ways to enhance them or brain pick each other to find out what our metaphors meant.

Like snow, beautiful but cold.
You laid over me like a blanket of snow.
Cold, warm and suffocating.
Building igloos with you and snow balls full of ice.
I could only take so many blows.

"That's too confusing, how are they like snow?" The boy asked me
"What's confusing? They're like snow, beautiful at first but suffocating and smothering." I said with some tone, I don't like when people don't see things the way I do.
"Well I guess, but you can't relate people to weather."
" It's literally a metaphor, that's what poems are about. Read yours" I said with more frustration.
"Nah, you won't like mine, it's too weird." He said