The sound of my dad knocking on my door might have been the worst sound in the world. Great, first thing in the morning and I already have a headache. I got up to put on a clean shirt and walk towards the door.

"What." I said to him annoyed.

He studied my face probably looking at the black eye I got from last nights' boxing match.

"He got you good. Did you win?" he asked grinning

"Yes, I won in the first round." I said proudly.

"That's my boy. By the way, don't forget to pick your sister up today. I would do it but they called me in today. After you pick her up, head to the school and register her then come straight home so you can order a pizza for dinner tonight. I'll leave some money for you on the table when I leave for work."

As soon as my dad left I started to think about my half sister. She is one year older than me. Her mom left my dad when she was a month old and took her with her. Dads never seen either of them since. Because of that, I've never met my sister. He met my mom a few months after she left and then I happened. I never met my her mom was kinda racist because I was half black and she didn't want her to be around me I wonder what she was like is she nice or mean like her mom I really hope she nice. Only why she coming to live with my me and my dad because she was being bullied at her last school because kid found out that she was bi sexual and it got so bad that she tried to kill her self and her mom didn't try to-stop what's going on with her and when my dad found out he flip out and sued her for cusady lucky she didn't put up a fight and just sent her packing and come live with us I'm happy that she coming to live with us and I hope I can help her get though what's happening to her. When I got to the airport port she was already waiting in the front to get pick up I got out car so I can give her a huge it look like she needed it because she started crying when we hugged we stud there for a minute till she calm down.

Sorry about that she said I was I'm just happy to finally meet you my name is Bella she said letting me go

Nice to finally meet Bella I'm Elliot.

As we got in car we and started to head to the school. we talk to get to know about each other we actually have a lot incoming when we got to the school really wanted to talk to her about what happened at her last school. She

Bella I know this is out of nowhere I wanted to tell you that you can talk to me about what happened at your last you know I'm here for you and I want to help you you don't have to tell me or dad yet but I just wanted to let you know I'm here for you. She sat there for a moment In silence till she started talking again and what she told me was to most fuck up thing I ever heard.

When some of the guys at my old school found out I was bi they will

She paused for a few minutes and started to cry

Th... they will push me in the school locker rooms and ... rape me she said crying out. All I can do is hold her and brush her while she cry's on my chest I was to angry to say anything so mad that I couldn't protect her when she needed someone to. When she got up from my chest I saw the bandages on her rist I took her hand and started rubbing her rist with my thumb.

I'm so sorry Bella that you whent though this horrible thing I just hate my self that I couldn't be there to protect you I cry out.

It ok I know it's not your fault you didn't know she said as she hugged me.

After all of that happen in car we went to school to get her registered.

Soon after I got my sister registered she had to go to the bathroom. Five minutes went by As I waited for her I can hear someone yelling in the halls

Watch it bitch said unowned girl

S...sorry the brunette said

Maybe you should watch where your going next before I give you something to bump it she said

Hey I yelled

get away from her before for I give you something to bump into you

The girl didn't say anything she didn't even comment back all the anger in her face when to hurt she seem like she wanted to say something but left instead

Who was that my sister said as I took her hand to pick her up

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