Ese.

Fifteen.

August 4th, 1992

Andree

Today I was sixteen years old. My moms convinced me not to leave, so I ended up staying with her for the past day.

Dad eventually came back and apologized for throwing me around all the time, but he still punished me for beating the shit out of him. Well, he didn't say that but I knew that's what he was thinking.

Anyways, it was the evening time and my parents and I were currently in the white room, with about a million other people. Obviously, they threw me a fancy party, but it was so bunk.

Everyone was wearing white, and it was so boring. Moms had soft music playing, and we had finger foods and wine around. If it was up to me, I wouldn't even have a party.

"Andreson, you don't look happy at all." Moms frowned. "It's your birthday! What's wrong?"

"This party is so boring." I groaned. "I mean, do you really expect me to have fun? I don't know anyone here!"

"It's okay, you'll start having fun." She smiled, then walked away.

I groaned again and looked at the clock, seeing it was almost seven o'clock.

It's been two hours of me sitting here.

I decided that I wasn't going to sit here anymore. I really don't care where the party went. They could sing happy birthday without me.

I went upstairs and picked the lock to the entertainment room. I then walked in, locking the door and closing it.

I sat on the couch and sighed. Sitting on the couch reminded me of Isamariá. Before my parents came home, we would be in here everyday just talking.

I haven't seen her since the other day. I knew she probably wasn't going to come to the party. I don't blame her, though. My moms would probably make her scrub the floors again.

I still couldn't understand why moms and pops were racist. It was sickening thinking about it. And, the way moms treated Isamariá really got to me. Ugh.

Suddenly, I heard the sounds of the bushes moving outside. I raised an eyebrow and walked out to the balcony .

Surprisingly, I looked down to see Isamariá climbing up in the balcony.

"Isa?" I asked. "What are you doing?"

"I came for your birthday, idiot." She growled. "Now, help me up."

I grabbed her hand, and pulled her up over the balcony railing. She stepped down and sighed.

Honestly, I was taken aback. She was wearing a strapless, white gown that stopped at her knees. She still had her big, curly hair, and was wearing some diamond studs.

"Wow..." I smiled. "You look like a damn princess."

She chuckled, "This is my momma's dress. She wore it when she married my daddy."

"That's beautiful." I nodded.

"Well, happy birthday!" She punched my arm, lightly. "Do you want your present, now?"

"Isa, I didn't want you to buy me anything." I said.

She pulled out a bag from behind her back. She then took out two Arizona drinks, two burgers and two honey buns.

She smiled at me and handed me my share.

"I know you're starving. Your mother probably has finger food down there or something."

Which was true.

I laughed and brought two chairs out on the balcony. I then closed the door, and we sat down.