Before you read anything, please don't think me as a LEGO hater. I love lego as much as anybody else in this fandom. So please, lower your daggers.

And another thing: I'm altering my style of writing, and this is my first attempt don't expect perfect work so PLEASE, PLEASE stick to me and criticize if possible.

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"Wait, is that... the mud human?"

"Oh yeah, I recognize her from Sarah's youtube videos."

"Ew, remember her going down the trash just to find moldy cheese?"

"I know right! Gur-ross!"

I held my breath in attempt to cease the fire inside me, but my eyes were still lingering what was happening behind me.

I can't afford to buy a laptop, but the 'video' thing was enough to tell me that someone had pranked me again.

For the third time.

Deep breaths.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Crap.

They're talking all crap.

Don't listen to them.

Walking stiffer, I made my way faster out of the school, and burst into the quiet greenery that welcomed me home after another torturous day of school.

I huffed as I ran across the street to a apartment, then bolted up the stairs, barged into my home, and plopped into my seat. Laying out all the terrifying amount of worksheets, I sighed and started with science.

Robin burst through the door and sent a few papers extracted from homework fluttering away from my seat, gaining my attention immediately.

Well, he knew that would work. I almost never acknowledge his appearance if he politely rapping of the door. I looked up impatiently from my study, casting my glare at his emerald eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Can I borrow seven bucks? Just seven bucks, please, please?" He grinned, making that annoying flea face again that made me sag.

"Let me guess; that retarded bunch of plastic you call LEGOs." I leaned my head on my hand, a half smirk making its way to my lips.

"Ninjago." My brother corrected. "And it's not plastic, it's a awesome brand that has epic merchandises!" He retorted. "You're retarded."

"Wrong thing to say." I wagged my finger. "No seven bucks for you."

"But sis!" Robin protested. "Please-"

"No!" My firm tone blew clouds of hurt to his face. "Do you know what you're asking for? Expensive stuff. Stuff that would make dad angry. Stuff that is expensive enough to pay mom's hospital bills." I can see Robin slowly taking interest on his feet. "I wouldn't give you anymore money unless it is used for good stuff, and I want to be there to SEE it."

I watched as my brother grew lifeless for a moment, before he glared at me, then he stalked off.

At least he's gone...

...for now.

I leaned on my table which was piled with more working waiting for me to finish, still silently staring at me like whatcha doin there lookin at nothin, yo teacher's waitin for this, y'know!

Knowing my brother's obsessed personality on Ninjago was almost unstoppable, I knew he would come at least after two or three days. But the fact that he didn't care about mom was the one that set my shoulders to sag and spark dullness in my mind. I pinched the top of my nose and tried to cease the headache inside me, but apparently worked for only adults, not fourteen year olds.

Before I had another few times to laze around, my dad barged in in his builder uniform, stained and worn out by age. His mustache was unshaved, leaving pricks of copper hair to poke around his chin and above his mouth. But overall he looked like he just went through a obstacle course in five minutes from his site just to get to me.

After the accident, dad was the only hope we can cling to. He supplies the life, our blood. Every penny he gains leaks to us. There was no penny to spare for saving.

His hand, muscular but rough, was holding the phone.

I stared at the phone for a while.

"Your mom wants to see you." He said breathlessly.

I cringed, and my heart sank.

Our only transportation was a old broken down motorcycle.

Every time, the moment we got on it, we had to pray that it would last at least until we get home safely. So far, and luckily, Fate had been cooperating nicely with us, but who knows how long that luck will last.

Me and dad gripped to the motorcycle tightly, our mouth whispering silent payers as we made our way down to the house not really far from ours, at the foot of a slope. The house was a small pleasant hut, nicely renovated and even has a front porch.

When we finally came to a abrupt halt, the motorcycle choked its last raspy breath spluttered a choke before dad released the key. "Any day and this thing will breakdown in mid journey." He muttered.

I ignored him, and ran up to the porch to knock the door in a speed of haste.

A familiar girl two years older than me with auburn ponytails opened the door. "Oh, Christine, your daughter's here!"

"Oh! Oh! Bring her in Madeline! Quick!"

Madeline bit her lower lip at me. "Her condition's getting no better. But she's still sane enough to be a awkward companion."

I took a deep breath, the pricks and pins coming and pinched my heart briefly. My fake smile still remained though.

Our financial problems are getting no better too.

Madeline showed me to the living room which was about double the size of my bedroom, with fans, TV, and a comfy sofa. The tiles were nicely polished. On the sofa, sitting in a quite excited way, was my mom, sitting cross legged on the sofa, her hands clasped together like she just won a ticket to a free shopping spree. I plopped onto a seat beside her.

"Oooooh, Robin, it's such a nice-"

"It's Tamara, mom. Robin's your son." I pointed out, my heart souring.

"Oh my gosh, really? But he's your brother too, right?" Mom's brows scrunched together in a confused way.

If I could, I would've face palmed.

"Yeah, he is." I smiled wider to calm her spirits. Her brown eyes stared into me, filled with insanity, fear, desperateness.

"Oh my gosh, Rob- I mean, Tamara, did you actually believe they're actually so bossy, they don't even want to let me out? I mean like, I'm the mom here, not them!" She growled at the crew that was attending to her.

One of the men shrugged. "She keeps howling and tossing objects to us when we didn't let her out, and we managed to keep her on the sofa."

I flashed a pained but grateful smile. "Thanks."

"You know what, Tamara?" She placed her hands to her hips and stuck her tongue immaturely at them. "Someday I'm gonna get out of here, and I'm gonna live with you, and have a normal life."

"Mmm hmm." I looked down at the cushions, my attention half drawn to her.

"Oooh, ooh, I remember I told you guys that I have one million bucks in the bank?" She squealed in delight. "Oh my gosh, Tamara, I didn't know I was that rich! I mean like, one million bucks is good, right?"

I simply bobbed my head lightly.

Except that that one million bucks was claimed back by the company you once worked for, ma'am.

"Time's up." Madeline said simply, and Mom growled at her. "Don't listen to her, she's just separating us."

I sighed. I knew what would happen if I didn't leave her sooner. She would go so insane if I left later she will literally kill the crew, one by one.

"Sorry mom, but I have... tuition." I lied, and left the seat. Mom could only stare at me as I went out, and when I was back on the porch, I heard mom mumbling that Tamara didn't love her anymore and knew she never had any tuitions.

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