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"You're fired," Annie said, her eyes blazing on a hot summer day in August. I had been thinking about it ever since. I regret running away. Hi. My name is Destiny. Destiny Garcia. I come from a long line of Garcia's. We Garcia's always believe that our life can be wonderful. Destiny, you have the right to choose your own future, My Mum used to say before she passed away.
And those words were the reason I had courage to come to America. As an African-American, it was difficult to find a good job and live a happy life.
My Dad, a worker in Africa, has a 10 hour shift everyday as a house builder to carry bricks with a salary of $5 a day. And my parents often starved to feed me and my siblings. My oldest brother- Daniel, age 17, me- Destiney, age 14, my younger brother- Sammy, age 12, my sister- Lyna, age 11, my youngest brother- William, age 9, and the twins- Star and Galaxy, age 8.
Then, my Mum suffered cancer, Dad, who worked had to come home and take care of us so Daniel went to take Dad's shift. Then, Daniel, poor Daniel, age 17 had influenza. The shift was too hard on him, since his eldest son couldn't take it, Dad didn't think his 2nd oldest child could do it simply because the child was a girl. Me. So, Dad went back to his shift.
Despite all that, one thing had kept me going. My art. I loved drawing. It was the only light in all the darkness and gloom. One phrase had left an imprint on me; 'The art can speak for itself.' And I thought it would be enough to live by, oh, boy, was I wrong.
The next day Dad brought back this fat old man that smelled like beer. The moment I met that man, I hated him.
"Name's William H," he sniffled haughtily. William, my youngest brother! Something told me that this old man wasn't going to like my little brother.
"Boss, what do you want from me?" Dad asked. So, this was the owner of the big factory who's forcing my family to work.
"What do I want? You, learn some respect!" Willam H said.
"Sorry, boss. I mean, what can I do for you?" Dad tried again.
"Better." William H said stiffly. I glared at him.
"My brother was looking for a slave. I thought the Garcia's might have some helpful ones." William H said, smiling wickedly. That person has no emotion, I thought. Dad looked at us apologetically.
"I want him." William H said, pointing at Sammy. No! I cried internally. You can take anyone, anyone but Sammy! Out of all my siblings, I was closest to Sammy. Every Garcia was born with this twinkle in their eye. A light that made them look hopeful and alive. But all the obstacles and challenges made each of my family members twinkle go out- all but one, and that was Sammy. William H must have seen it too. That's why he wanted Sammy and only Sammy. I bowed my head, refusing to let my dad's cruel boss see the tears hot and angry, blossoming in my eyes.
"As... you... wish." Dad said, shaking. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't blame my dad. He knew that by arguing, William H would probably take another one of us, and that he couldn't bear. He would also get whipped, but that was not his concern. If he did get whipped, he wouldn't be able to work for a week because of injuries. That mean he would lose $35 and would probably lead the rest of us to starve.
"Good. Boy, come with me." Sammy started wailing but eventually did. After that I was numb. The shock of finally losing my beautiful brother sunk in. I went on the road and doodled. That always made me feel better, feel calmer.
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Lilly Fang- Rebel
General Fiction*TRYING TO HIT 50 READS!!!!!!* Destiny Garcia is a 14-year-old girl who found life pretty amusing even through the many challenges that she's been through. She has one of her parents, siblings that she loved very much, but mostly her art; even thou...
