My name is Lisa, I am 14 years old, I have two parents, three younger siblings, two brother and one sister, their names are Julius, Rochelle, Chris, Tonya, and Drew.
Chris is a year younger than me, Tonya is two years younger than Drew and he is a year younger than Chris.
Me and Drew are the ones, with a lot of action, no mouth, but Chris and Tonya are the ones with all bark, no bite.
Chris and Drew are really close and so is Tonya and me.
Me and Drew don't each other, but we still love each other of course, he's my little brother and I'm his big sister.
Our relationship is similar to Chris and Tonya's relationship, they don't each other too expect they are always arguing and rarely get along, while me and Drew don't like each other, but we rarely argue and always gets along.
The truth is I think that me and Drew don't like each other is because we are too similar. I like boxing, he likes karate, he's the cool kid at his school, I'm the popular kid at my school...
Me, Chris, Tonya, and Drew all go to different schools. Tonya and Drew go to the same school and walk there together, Chris catches a bus to his all white school, and I go to a school that is a hour away from home.
I wake up at 4:00 AM, brush my teeth, shower, leave out, catch the bus to school, arrive at 5:00 AM, be there for eight hours till 1:00 PM, leave catch the train back home, arrive at 2:00.
Of course my dad, brought me a taser to keep myself safe, in case anything ever happens on the way to school.
Chris wake up at 5:00 AM, brush his teeth, take a shower, leave out, catch the train to school, arrive at 6:00 AM, be there for eight hours till 2:00 PM, leave catch the train back home, arrive at 3:00 PM.
Tonya and Drew wake up at 6:00 AM, brush their teeth, shower, leave out, walk to school, arrive at at 7:00 AM, be there for 8 hours till 3:00 PM, leave walk back home, arrive at 4:00 PM.
My mother quit her job, as always and we ran out of meat, so my father brought home, a bunch of packs of sausage.
Tonya from the very first night hasn't eaten her sausage, saying that she don't like it.
Me, Chris, my dad, and Drew, are sick of eating it, but hasn't said anything, because every single night our mother is slaving over a hot stove, for us to eat a meal, it's the same meal, but it's the thought that counts.
My little sister is probably the way that she is, because I don't allow her to get beatings, from our mother, I've never have.
Rochelle: Baby, just try it, okay.
Tonya: But, I don't like it.
My mother has had enough and snaps...
My mother cuts a piece of the sausage, with her knife, puts it on her fork, and go to make Tonya eat it.
Rochelle: You're gonna eat this sausage! Do you hear me?! Girl, do you think I'm playing with you?!
Me, Chris, my father and Drew jump up out of our seats, keeping her, from shoving the sausage down Tonya's throat.
Julius: Oh, no, no! Rochelle, no! Rochelle! Rochelle, no, no, no!
Me and my father get Tonya, while Chris and Drew hold my mother back.