My name is Mia SiBrino. I am thirteen years old, I have an older brother, and a mother and a father. Seems like a perfect little family right?
No, not really. For as long as I could remember my parents fought. Growing up with their fighting it seemed normal, until I got older I realized things looked a whole lot more serious. There were many things I didn't understand I tried asking my parents at separate times what was going on, I barely got straight answers. I even asked my brother Peter, a lot of the time he was just as clueless as I was. Don't get me wrong, we all loved each other and did many fun things together as a family. It was just at night when things seemed to be...different.
We lived in a very nice single family house. For some reason which I still don't know, Peter and I were both pulled out of public school. We just started 1st and 4th grade. Right away we were told to pack everything we owned. Few days later, we all moved to an apartment complex, our door was right across from my Aunt Sally and Uncle Henry.
Ever since we moved, Peter and I saw our parents less and less. Our aunt and uncle would begin to basically raise us.
Aunt Sally homeschooled both of us, she was a great teacher. Though, Peter kept giving her a rough time for no good reason. He just couldn't stand school, he basically poured himself into his special interests such a magic tricks and drawing pictures of the wildlife.
As for me, I did what I was told and got everything done like I was supposed to. I always thought if I did, mom and dad would come pick us up sooner. I just wanted to be with them.
Hard to believe even then I had loads of questions for my parents and just those questions alone took a very long time to get answered
I am writing all of this down at 18 years old, 5 years after my life finally began to make some sense. So forgive me if some things are confusing and and do not make any sense whatsoever.
I'll be trying my best to recapture everything that's happened with the most details I can gather.
My name is Mia Victoria SiBrino, I am told that my last name is a mix of two great names in our family's history.
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Scattered Happenings
FantasyJust a girl and her family with normal family problems. Right?