Discovering Myself
Chapter 1: The usual morning
Sunday, January 5th
I woke up to the sound of my little sister and brother screaming. I tried to block it out by covering my ears with my pillow but the noise was as loud as if an airplane was flying over my room. Against my will, I got up from my warm and comfortable bed and went downstairs.
Maybe I should introduce myself first. My name is Sandra and I'm fourteen years old. I live in Long Island, New York with my father, my younger siblings and mother. Wait let me correct that: my stepmother. My real mother had disappear after I was born so I never met her but my father said I have the same personality has her. I was kind of angry at her; why did she have to leave? Wasn't my father good enough? Now I was stuck with a lady who called herself my mother and a half-brother and half-sister who were almost always fighting. Don't get me wrong, I love them very much and I would find myself quite lonely and sad without them but I would have liked to have met my biological mother at least once.
As I was walking on the cold kitchen tile, I see my sister and brother on top of each other, fighting over something stupid. As usual… I thought. I made my way towards them to try to calm them down. BIG MISTAKE. As I was crouching down my brother's chubby little hand flew to my face.
"Ouch! What was that for? What the heck is going on here?"
"Jayden wants to play with my IPod and I said no!" yelled my sister Sarah
I looked at my brother Jayden and tried to explain to him that he had many other toys and that an IPod wasn't for a 3 year old kid to play with. The only answers I got were screams and little pinches and slaps.
"You know what, I give up." I said as I stood up and left the two to handle the problem by themselves. I entered the kitchen, grabbed a bowl, poured some cereal and milk and sat down in the breakfast area. I ate my breakfast while listening to my younger siblings fighting.
And good morning to you too Sandra, I thought.
After eating my breakfast, I went to my room and performed the same routine I pretty much do every day: washed my face, brushed my teeth, got dressed in my very comfortable jeans – oh by jeans, I don't mean skinny jeans; I'm talking about the good old boot cut jeans, the ones you can actually move in. Anyways, after I was ready, I grabbed my brown messenger bag with my book, my sketch book and pencils, and headed out the door to my favorite place: the park. Before leaving, I passed by the kitchen. By some miracle, Sarah and Jayden were quietly eating their breakfast. As I was grabbing a bottle of water, my stepmother Laurette stopped me.
"And where are you going young lady?" she asked, her arms crossed over her chest.
"Just to the park. I want to enjoy my last day before school starts again tomorrow."
"Ok sweetheart" she smiled. "Just be home on time for lunch."
"Will do. Bye" I waved.
The garage door let out a loud sound as it opened. I took out my bicycle and rode to the park, enjoying the cool wind and nice view our neighborhood had.
When I finally arrived, little kids were already playing on the swings or riding down the slides. Parents, mostly mothers, were chatting and laughing. It was a beautiful day to be outside. I parked my bike and headed to a more quiet area of the park. I sat down and took out my sketchbook. I've always wanted to be an architect so whenever I had an idea of a building, I would draw it into my sketchbook. Sometimes, it also helped me calm down. And right now, that's what I needed to do. Tomorrow, I was starting in a new school for my second semester and hopefully I will stay there until I graduate.
After sketching for a while, I prepare myself to head back home. That's when I see HIM. And HE is looking right back at me.