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As I got home after this boring Thursday school, I lay my body on mom's favorite silver leather couch that dad said is not manly and it's quite tacky. But I don't mind because it's comfy and I feel like a baby sleeping here.

"Kian! You're home?" Mom called from the kitchen probably already starting to make dinner. "Yes!" I yell out as I kick my worn out white converse to the side of the couch because you never know when mom gonna come out of the kitchen and yell at me for having my shoes on her favorite-unmanly-tacky couch.

"What do you want for a side dish that goes well will grilled salmon?" mom ask lowering her voice.

I scrunched my nose in disgust, "Mom, I don't even like fish" I whine. "Fine, just eat the mash potato and tomato bischottes" mom say, I bet rolling her eyes.

I sigh loudly and dramatically might I add. I mean, it's not that I'm not thankful about those creamy mash potatoes and salty tomato bischottes, I just mean that I'm a 6" soccer player, I need my nutrients.

"Call me when dinner's ready" I said as I pass the kitchen and up the stairs towards my room. As I lay on my queen sized bed glaring sadly at the ceiling, I remember one of the many stupid questions I asked Rachel Burton.

"So, who's the little girl downstairs?"

It may seem like a normal question if you ask most people in this world, but not for Rachel or for the Burtons' for that matter.

Her smile turns into a sour frown then back into a small smile. "That's my adopted sister, Macy. She likes to be called Mace, though" she explain looking anywhere but towards me. Sister? Adopted? I never knew the Burtons' where the type of three-person-ed family to adopt a child. Mr. and Mrs. Burton always love having Rachel as their only child but growing up, Rachel wanted to be a big sister. But why adopt?

"Adopted?" I ask still wide eyed. Rachel's light brown eyes sadden but manage to fake a smile. "Mom was unable to have children after her miscarriage last year" she said, well, more like whisper into the thin air as she got blink both of her eyes frequently indicating signs that she's trying to wash away her tears. Anyway, miscarriage?

This whole thing was still a big box of surprises to me. First, her confession of being utterly invisible to the public eye. Second, feeling like a reject from society. Third, the little girl downstairs is her 4 year old adopted sister. Fourth and recently, her mother had a miscarriage last year.

What is all this? Why is the goody-two-shoes, diligent, and incredibly nice seventeen year old girl I once attach by the hip to got all this problem? Are there more?

"Mom never told me she was pregnant and she said she wanted it to be a surprise once her bump was more showing but then, she lost it" Rachel voice crack at the end where she said she lost it. I'm not a girl or a full grown womem, but I can feel the emotional pain both Rachel and her mom went through. Especially her mom. Who wouldn't be sad and devastated when your unborn child cannot be born into this world? That must be a difficult time for Mrs. Burton and her family.

"I'm sorry" is the only thing that came out of my frowning lips. Rachel's eyes finally turn to me. And let me tell you, for the guys out there, seeing a girl cry and at the same time trying to fake a smile is by far one of the most cruellest and saddest scene I've ever seen in my life. "You know what the sad thing is?" she spat which caught me in a trance.

I shook my head slowly. I'm not gonna run away like a scared little cat just because a girl spat at me. "Symphathy sorrys doesn't change anything" she say slowly as she wipe her shedded tears into a tissue.