The Beauty of a Tree

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

 I drove, but my mind wasn’t on the road. I paid no mind to the various horns directed towards me. I slowly but steadily enveloped in thought, it felt as if falling asleep. The trance was interrupted when my phone started to vibrate; I quickly regained awareness and avoided the group of cars to my right. I pulled out the phone and the screen said “Alex”. I commanded “Speaker” with a loud tone and the phone did just that. Before I could even say “Hi” the voice of my sister shot out of the phone, a loud voice, yet not mature which came about on waves.

“Where the hell are you!?”

“Excuse me?”

My sister Alexandra Maria Rey, 13, and to people quite adorable. But to me the biggest bitch alive in the planet! Product of my mother and step-father, but sometimes I think some of the devils blood mixed in along the way.

“Miguel! I have been waiting for 3 hours, where are YOU!?”

“Why do you want to know?” I spoke to her calmly, I didn’t feel like arguing.

“Hugh! Whatever. I want you here in 10 minutes; I need a ride so ‘Andale’!” She recently started to take Spanish, something to do about our heritage.

“Look Alex…”

“NO! Don’t even talk; just hurry their waiting for me, Andaleé! Andalé!”

“Puñeta! Te voy a romper la cara si me vuelves a desir Andalé!” My Spanish has always been flawless, sort of in the blood.

“What?” Even through the phone I could still feel her trying to figure out what I had just said.

“Your Spanish sucks sis!”

“You know what…” I didn’t let her finish and hung up the phone.

I drove directly home, but took my time just to piss her off. When I drove upfront the house she was already waiting, she opened the door and came in carrying more than 3 bags.

“Damnit Alex what’s all this?”

“NO! Why the hell are you 20 minutes late, I told you 10! Damn! How useless can you be!” she did the usual fold with her arms and puppy face.

“They can wait! You aren’t seeing the president!”

“You don’t know!” she gave me a dirty look and with my short temper I felt like kicking her ass.

We drove for an hour and after getting lost twice, we finally got to where people were expecting her. We drove upfront the private pool, there a boy probably 16, older than her that’s for sure, was waiting. He, like a perfect gentleman opened the door (How dare he touch my car!) and helped my sister out the car with the whole your royalty let me grab your hand and kiss it. The little fucker looked at my sister like a molester, which he probably was.

“MIGUEL!”

“Huh…what?”

“God! Lay off the crack!”

“Yeah”

“Ok, so do whatever, they’ll drive me home, you don’t have to…!” I gave her a murderous look and told her “Call me, and I will pick you up, comprende?”

“Yeah Whatever!” She slammed the door and left, irritation clearly showed on her face.

I drove off, but I wasn’t leaving. I parked several blocks away and walked back towards the pool. I hid in the shadows of a nearby building, I stood so that I could see them, but they couldn’t see me. It took me 20 minutes for my sister to say “Hi” to all the people there, then her and what seemed as her boyfriend sneaked out the party (Shocker!). Instinctively I followed the two of them walked to a nearby apartment complex. There the boy greeted another boy who seemed to be a guard and continued in. I waited 5 minutes and walked up to the little guard, I tried to walk past him; but the little prick pushed me back.