Hopeless Dreamer

Self Intro

People know me as lazy, antisocial or just plain weird. I like to stay in my room most of the time. I don't stay in my room because I don't have friends or I can't talk to people, no I like spending my time here because it's quiet.

My name is Francisco Perez. Nothing special about me that helps me stand out. I'm mexican american, I'm average built, average height, brown hair and brown eyes, and dress casual, yea just another face in the crowd.

I live in a low income family of seven. I have four other siblings and me being the oldest. I live with both my parents who sometimes can't stand each other. Sometimes I feel if my mother never got pregnant with me they would never be together.

I was named after my father but I can never live up to his expectations. He was a very strict and a hardworking man. Me and him can never see eye to eye on anything really. We constantly argue about what I do or the type of person I am and sometimes it looks that any second it would become physical.

My mom always acted as the peace maker in our arguments. If she took my side my dad started screaming at her that how could she take the 'failures' side instead of his or if she took his side I began to look at her with so much betrayal in my eyes.

Then there's my brother, second son, Lionel Perez. He was confident, loud, optimistic and everything else my dad looked for in a son. He was dad's lapdog in my opinion. He did everything my dad did and agreed to everything my dad said no matter how ludicrous it was. He also loved instigating fights between my dad and I. He tempted me to argue with him and called for my dad when thing's started getting physical. My dad always threatened me if I touched him he would kick my ass. I wasn't stupid to actually start a fight with my father so I let it slide.

My sister, the third born and my father's only daughter, Patricia Perez. We both didn't like each other, although I still loved her unconditionally because she was my sister, I can tell she actually hated me. I saw her as a spoiled, fake girl who would do anything to get people to like her. It annoyed me how she got everything she asked because she was the girl of the house, how she could do anything she wanted and no one can do anything because she was the only girl, it annoyed me. But no, the reason I always hated was her fake personality. She would do anything to become 'popular'. She began to dress differently, act different and stopped trying in school because of the peer pressure. I hated how she became obsessed with popular trend that she didn't care about before. But the worst part was that I had a feeling she cared more about her 'friends' than her own family, even though I have problems with my family I still love them. That's why I don't get along with my sister.

Then comes the two youngest, Oswald and Ricky. Oswald is the same as me in many ways, he doesn't get along with my dad like the others. Actually I feel like he feels like the outcast of the family. Ricky annoys me alot too. He's a wannabe dad clone that wants to be juat like my dad. I don't really care what he does because he's young but it annoys me he puts down Oswald because my dad does.

Then there is my mom, Erika Perez. My mom is always there for us in the bad and food. She feeds us and supports us in every school event we do. She went to all my football game's when I played football and went to all her kid's graduation. Even though she was a month behind in rent and my dad was between jobs, she bought my little brothers Christmas presents. She does so much for us and she askes for nothing in return.

Every time I thought of my mom I try to think of a way to repay her. Something that would repay all those late night's she worked for us. All the times she backed me up when my father and I had an argument, for all the tears that fell for us.

So I had a dream. No, an ambition. To one day buy my mother her own house, one she would never have to pay rent for.
My dream may be unobtainable or hopeless but I will not stop until I reach it.