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Chapter 1

               Published 8/31/17

In my life, I can only think of one good memory. I was 11 and it was the day my little sister, Desirae was born. She was definitely the cutest little girl I've seen.

I wasn't able to see her in the hospital though, I had a black eye and a whole bunch of bruises from my loving parents, so I had to wait. I got to finally see her a week later when she was brought home. My parents and I are not really rich however we had enough rooms in the house for my and my little sister to each have our own. My older sisters moved out and I haven't really heard of them in the past month. I love them though.

When my little sister grew up a little older ,as in a crying 1 year old toddler, my parents hit her for the first time. I got up and grabbed her running to my room. It wasn't hard at all but that night I vowed to protect that little girl with my life. They've never hit her again to this current date.

When I was 13 my dad kicked me out of the house and wouldn't let me back in unless I had 1500 dollars to cover all the bills that we owed for the past couple months. Since I was a little bit to young to get a job I've resorted to stealing, I knew I had to cause they threaten to hurt Desirae. So I walked all alone to the rich part of town and broke into a corvette that had a purse in it.

I don't justify my actions, but I needed to. In that purse was $2000 hidden in a department under the seat, stupid rich people. I paid for the rent and bought Desirae some new clothes and spent the rest on food. Ever since then my parents relied on me to get rent and if I didn't they'd beat me and threaten to beat Desirae. I think the only reason why I don't call cps on them is because I will probably stay in foster care until I'm 18 and I won't be able to see my sister anymore. So, well I just deal with it.

But that was 4 years ago, now I'm 17 and a pro at stealing. My parents just lay around the house all day doing drugs far more worse then weed and pills, they like to mix it all with alcohol. I haven't seen them sober since Desirae was born.

Enough of the sad so story let's get to present time now
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Everyday is the same. I wake up at 6AM and I get ready, my school starts at 8 and ends at 2:15pm. I usually take a shower with cold water. Then I wear my baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt, I put my hair In a ponytail and swipe on my mascara, luckily my face has no acne what's so ever so I don't need to worry about anything to do with face powder and concealer, all that stuff. I throw on my converse shoes that are a little too small and then I run to Desiraes room and wake her up at around 7, getting her ready takes a good 30 minutes so while she's getting dressed I make her a bowl of cereal and I fry up a couple egg in the baskets for my parents so they don't beat me for not making them food. When my sisters done eating we sneak on the city bus which stops her off at school. I watch her walk in and right after she's in the building the bus takes off, it drops me off at my school, Golden Meadows High. By the time the bus drops me off at 7:55AM I quickly run to my locker and get to class right on time. I sit in the seat at the back of the classroom. I have no idea why but everyone is staring at me funny, then turning to whisper at each other. Maybe cause I just switched to this class. Oh well I am kinda the most picked on person here they're probably just spreading rumors. I look out of the window then turn to focus on the test given to me. History. Always fun, I get straight A's cause in my life I actually want to go somewhere. Just as I'm about a couple questions short to finishing it and we're halfway done with class the door barges open.

Everyone looks up except me, I have my ear plugs in so I didn't really hear the name being called out by the teacher. Next thing I know someone taps me on the shoulder twice.