Where The Road Takes Me. Where Will It End?

Chapter 3

In the car ride they told me what happened. They said they seen me going to the house everyday to give my respects. I didn't know they were near by or that they would remember me. We went to there house and they started asking me questions like, why are you in Reading, where are your parents, why do you look like that, and so on. Im surprised that they're not asking or hitting me for my last day here. I guess Carlos dieing made them only remember the good things he had done. I tryed explaining why I'm homeless and what happened to my parents, but it was hard. I tryed to forget, but I feel like I owe them some explaining.

"The Past already happened and you can't predict the Future. So don't worry about that, thing about the Present because it's a gift."

When I moved to California it was hard. I knew no one and I hated it. I was always thinking about dieing or running away, but I kept remembering that Carlos wouldn't want that. Everyday in my house was war. My parents fighting all the time, my brothers doing what ever they wanted and me getting blamed for everything. I always got the blame, being the middle child comes with that privilege. My older brother who's darker than me and husker than me gets all the trust and my little brother who's shorter and fatter than me gets all he wants since he's the 'baby' of the house. I just couldn't handle it anymore. I ran away on Halloween since I was able to go out till late. I've watched Moonshiner 's on my free time and learned how to make it, so that became my plan.

"Every teenager plans on running away once and a while. Most off them realize that's stupid, but the ones that do, don't make it far. I wonder how far my trip will go."

After I told them they said that they were going to call my parents, but since I've blocked them from there phone there was reason for me to get scared. After trying to contact them they gave up and let me stay with them for a while till they could find out what to do. They can't contact my family and I won't tell them were they live so they couldn't get me back home. It was Christmas Eve and I felt like a bother to them so at night I sneaked out and left a note. It said 'Dear Morales family, I'm sorry for leaving again without a good bye and I'm sorry for ever being a burden in your lives. I just have to move on and I need to find my own life. Don't go looking for me please. Sincerely, Jose Rodriguez"

"People deal with bothers all there life, but when you become one you just want to leave. Since you know how it feels you don't want others to feel it. Does everyone feel like a bother in others lives or do they never think about it?"