Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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| Savannah Rodriguez |
Walking to my brothers car this afternoon, I was met face to face, with an angry looking Benjamin. Immediately, I knew that he was angry at me, and that all his anger was deserved to be aimed at me. I don't know what I had done to make him so angry, but I knew that I was the only cause of it all, and that there was nothing that I could do.
"So, just because you get to sit at the big kid table once, allows you to go around school, telling people that I am a fuckboy? That I have fucked every single girl in this school, which for a fact, is far from the truth?" now this, this caught me by surprise, and I immediately was confused, as to why he thought that me, of all people, would be talking about that.
I didn't even know anything about my brother, so I don't know what gave him the audacity to think that I would be the one that would spread a rumor. Me of all people. "No, I would never" I muttered, as I was so confused at this situation that I had somehow gotten myself into. Nothing was making sense.
First of all, the cryptic words from Victoria this morning, before being dragged by my brother to sit at the cool kids table, which my brother was labelling as the big kid table, all because of Victoria's orders, and now, here I was, standing in front of my brother, being accused, especially in front of people that they didn't want to know that I was there sister.
"You know what, it doesn't matter, but Rafael would have been so disappointed in you"
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| Benjamin Rodriguez |
Guilt immediately filled my entire body when the words I spat, had finally sunk into my little sister. Once again, I had sunk my grief filled claws into my little sister, and forced the blame onto her, just like everyone else. For the first time, I had made it clear that my sister was dealing with grief unlike the rest of us, and that our dead brother was now disappointed in the person that she is today. I knew he wouldn't be; he would be shocked at the way that we treat her.
