Steph's Auto-biography

The year of fear and happiness. Part one.

I remember lights flashing, red & blue. Above where I was, was my mom, in our apartment, down where I was sleeping over at a friends.

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There was this trip we took every morning a journey of sorts. Apart of getting to school. Kinda like a trail, rocky and full of trees. We stop at a house in a clearing.

The doors were open, and right in front where three dogs, chained, guard dogs. I herd the rusty metal before I saw the Pitt bulls. Barking wildly at me and my mom.

We entered the house, the floor was so dirty, unswept, unkept. A couch was near the wall, while two children played on the dirty floor. My mom leaves me with the weird children and runs off with an olde looking gentlemen.

I looked out the window, into the messy garbage filled lawn, listening to the wind chimes, it sounded like elf music to me. Beautiful and peaceful in a place of horrors.

The children tried to communicate with me, but I was still learning Spanish. And couldn't interpret what words they were using.

I had a uniform on. A plaid dress, with blue, purple, and pretty black shoes. Mom came out the house, and we were on the journey to school again. This time the stop was to grandmas. Yet the time say it was only 7:00am.

It was time for maya to wake up, and get dressed in the same uniform. But we would be late again, because it takes forever to take the nots out of Maya's hair.

When we get to school, a boy called me stupid because I couldn't read Spanish well enough. Then the girls started hollering at me calling me fat and ugly in Spanish.

Why was I a estupida, cabrona, fea, and puta?

If only my mom would have stopped dating that horrible man. He had a knife once, I saw it, an my mother told me to run along to my fried apartment. My friends was the first floor of the building. In muneca. I called the the pink houses. I lived on the top floor, and had a balcony.