There's always a reason.

Nicolas

I am all to familiar with what it's like to taste blood, sweat, tears, and cement.

This has been going on for two years now ever since my parents decided to move and they either don't know or don't care.

Two years ago they had decided to adopt a little six-year-old girl. But we didn't have enough room in our little two room apartment so we decided to move into a real house, that my parents have been saving up  for. They both work and most of the time I've been alone, taking care of myself, because they both work early in the morning and take night shifts. Now I will not only have to take care of myself but my new sister as well.

Don't get me wrong, I love my little sister, she has this cute elf-ish look to her, although she speaks English, she came from a Hispanic background. She has this light brown tone to her skin, her dark chocolate-brown hair mixed with subtle auburn highlights grown long with time, and is cut with light, hardly noticeable, layers. Her hair tumbles down her shoulders complimenting her petite figure as she jumps around the kitchen of the new house. Her dark brown eyes seem to look into your soul and shine with curiosity. Most people assume that we would hate each other because we aren't "blood-relatives" but we love and look out for each other more than our so-called parents do.

Because my parents work I hardly know them, all I know is that they are my parents and I am their child, and they have never been my favorite people. I mean even when they are home all they do is yell at each other and then somehow I get roped in, but I have never purposely talked back because I could never work up enough courage. But to my parents I have a problem with holding my tongue.

It always results with me and my sister being sent to our rooms and hiding from the noise of my parents continuing to banter to each other, but soon that to ends, with my Dad sitting on the couch, angrily drinking his beer watching some sport program. While my mother stress cleans the kitchen and complaining at how dirty is, despite the fact that I had already cleaned it, making everything absolutely spotless just like she had ordered. Of course I was still hardhearted toward them, they didn't warn me at all about my new sister, moving to a new house, or how everything would turn sour when I would move schools two years ago.

Two years ago...

First of all it's already been two months into the new school year, so everyone already had their own little friend groups. But that doesn't matter, these kids have known each other since elementary. This was Junior High, and I was going into the seventh grade. I already know how kids in Junior High work, their is always a system, a food chain, and I'm at the very bottom of it.