City

Country Girl

   Oh my God! That annoying sound again every morning. I stop cooking and go shut off the alarm in my little brother's room.

My little brother has been gone for about a year. But dad likes to keep it on just so it wakes him up. Yes, that's how loud it was. It woke up both of them. My brother isn't dead, he's in New York at some fancy school.

He's a poet and I'm glad he went but it's like he died a year ago because that's the last time I talked to him. 

I always cook breakfast, so I wake up extra early just to clean myself up before doing anything. I cut off the stove and put a plate on the table.

My dad came out of his room rubbing his eyes and yawning. I placed pancakes and eggs on his plate. I put a fork on the side and kissed him on the cheek. "Mornin' daddy!" "Mornin' sweetheart." He replies as he sits in front of his meal.

I grabbed my school bag and went to the mailbox. I grabbed the mail and looked through it quickly. Daily newspaper, bills, a letter from New York...A LETTER FROM NEW YORK?!

Did that little bastard actually wright us? I rip it open with delight. A smile on my face. I was mad at him but he made up for it by reaching out.

I started to read but as I got deeper and deeper into the letter my smile started to fade.

I busted back into the front door. "DAD!" I scream, fire in my eyes. "Why the hell did you transfer me? And to New York?"

He looked at me as he put down his fork. "City, you're a smart girl. I really want you to go to a better school. I thought you and your brother could live together, I'd send you both more money–" "So you talked to the bastard!"

"He's your brother, City! You can't change that. You can't be mad at him because he doesn't remember you. All he remembers is that he wants to become a poet. I'll do anything to get him to that point. And you. You wanted to be a lawyer. The best in business."

My dad could talk all day about what he wants us to be. People think we're stupid because of where we come from. He wants people to remember our name.

He named me 'City'. Because no matter I come from I could be anything I want. He thinks that the best come from the city. We have very different thoughts.

People from the city are assholes, who can't stand traffic but causes it. They'll do everything to get on top even if it means cheating.

I walked to school and all I could think about is having to transfer. How will I tell my friends? Am I prepared to see my brother again?

It's not his fault. But it's not mine either.

Cillian is the one that hates me.