Define Life.

The Man lifted his hand, arching it back to slap The Girl, a raging fire burning in his head. The Girl stared defiantly back into The Man's beady black eyes, her brows furrowed together angrily.

The Man was yelling, his words incoherent as they rammed together, beginnings of words lost in the ends of another.

The wrinkles in his forehead were scrunched together, beads of sweat making their journey from his dirty blonde hair down to his prickly, unshaved chin.

Spit flew out of his mouth every second.

The Girl focused on that, wondering if she should use Bleach or Fabuloso to clean it later. The debate continued in her head, and Bleach was winning, until she felt a familiar sting on her cheek.

Her head flew to the right, dark curls finding their way into her mouth. Her hands involuntarily curled into tiny fist. Her nails pierced her skin, crescent red marks forming into cuts instantly.

The move didn't go unnoticed, and The Man yelled again, slapped again.

The Girl wishes she could understand The Man.

She wishes her aunt was here, her aunt would understand.

Her aunt would make him understand.

The Girl looks at her feet, hoping The Man would walk away and smell the white dust. When The Man smells the white dust, he goes to sleep, she remembers.

The Man sighs and points to La Refrigerator.

"Beer" he says.

The Girl knows what 'beer' is. When The Man drinks it, he smokes un cigarro, except it's smaller and he makes it himself.

When The Man smokes un cigarro, he always laughs. The Girl runs to la refrigerator, throwing open the doors and grabbing the bitter 'Beer'.

She takes it to The Man, her head down.

"Bien, Bien"

The Man mutters, eyes focused on el juego de futbol Americano. The Girl runs to her room, sneakily snatching a dollar off the table.

Where is Lucas?

She silently asks herself, sneaking through the hallway. Once in her room, her small hands count her money.

Veinte.

She clutched the money to her chest.

It was enough!

She jumped around in circles, much like a child her age would.

She stops suddenly, turning and grabbing her mochilla, stuffing clothes into it.

She puts her money into the secret compartment, as her mother called it.

She peeks into the room The Man is in. The man makes sounds, Como un marrano, meaning he is asleep.

The Girl runs to the kitchen, her small feet making hardly any sound.

The Girl grabs the tortillas on the stove, stuffing them into a cloth, and in turn into her bag. She grabs the bottles of water, forcing them into her bag also.

She quietly opens the back door, sliding through like a snake.

The Girl lets out the breath she had been holding.

She smiles, the first smile on the frail 6 year olds lips in over a year.

Then she ran.

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A/N: Okay, just some background information here:

Karolyne lives in Mexico, she is 6 years old.

When she was four, her mother was caught in the middle of a gang fight, not war, between the old leader of the M13's and the new one.

Roughly a month after her mother was killed, her father made the journey to the USA, and never returned or was heard from after that.

She was sent to live with her aunt (Leticia) , and her aunt's boyfriend (Daniel).

Daniel  has abused the little girl every day after Leticia would leave for work.

Daniel is always trying become a respected member of the M13, or Mara Salvatrucha 13.

Leticia's cousin, Kian lives in Alabaster, Alabama.

M13's smuggle children and drugs into other countries, among other things.

Karolyne wants to leave Mexico and go to the wonderful 'Promise Land' aka. America.

Her and her bestfriend, Lucas ( 8 y/o) have dreamed about it since they were young toddlers.

Lucas is orphaned and lives with his uncle- who is part of the M13.

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A/N::

I uploaded a cover, I uploaded a cover, I uploaded a covvverrrrrrr.

*Happy Dance*

And I actually took that picture, btw so please don't go stealing it..... :(

Wooot woooot.

Yeahhhh. So. how you doing? you doing good? cause i wanted to know *Glozell voice*

I only have like 3 reads on this, and I'm pretty sure they're from my cousin who is absolutely obsessed with this libroo.

Anyways, you guys could vote if you want to, or fan I guess? It doesn't matter. The only thing I ask for is feedback and cucumbers

So yeah, gimme some feedback please? 

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