Never Looking Back

Let Me Explain My Life...

"How DARE you do that to me?!?"

"I didn't know,"

"Of course you knew! You know what, I'm done; I'm through."

Hi, my name's Alisha. I just turned 14 yesterday, but in order for you to understand what this conversation has to do with anything, I have to take you back just a couple of years.

My life is pretty good, considering my parents aren't divorced and my older brother, Leon, is the most popular 8th grader at my school. That's what I would've tried to convince you a couple of yeas ago to believe, considering my brother is one of the worst bullies to ever walk the face of this earth.

Since the day I've been born, my brother has been the worst person to me. For example, when I was 7, he was in 3rd grade. His friends(Donnie and Fred) came over, and he kicked me out of the house. When my parents got home, they wondered why I was by myself outside, crying in the driveway. Leon told them that I ran away when they weren't home. All I could hear(besides me sobbing) was Donnie laughing his butt off and Fred trying to help me out by telling Leon that this wasn't cool. Guess who got into trouble for that? Me.

Then, there was that one time that I was in 4th grade and he was in 6th, talking on the phone TO A GIRL. We both knew it was prohibited to date, and according to my parents, talking on the phone was considered dating. I caught him, and I was going to tell on him, but he threatened to tell everyone at school that I was homeless(he never told anyone besides Donnie and Fred that I was his sister). When my parents got home, he told on ME for talking to a guy on the phone, and guess who, once again, got into trouble for what he did. Me.

So, I think you get the gist.

There is one more thing that will NEVER be forgotten, the day of my 13th birthday...