Emma kept her eyes outside and away from her sister's burning glare. If looks could kill her head would have exploded into a million pathetic pieces. The window in the car seemed like her only friend at that moment who understood her sorrow. She did not mean to ruin her sister's life anymore than she had already in the past. She remembered coming home alone from school and coming in the house, her only peace from a horrible place people called school. Entering the house and noticing her sister had company.

Her sister would sometimes bring home the kids from school to hangout more, Emma hated it with a passion. Her tormentors at her place of refuge now making it hell to be at now. They would then give her dirty looks like she was the outsider invading all of their space. That is when her spot came in handy. She would go upstairs away from everyone and everything. It was like her problems washed away as soon as she stepped on that roof of that house and peek at everyone's lives. She could sit there and stare at the horizon for hours. No one would miss her, She knew she was making their lives easier disappearing .

Sometimes she wished she could disappear forever but she was always never brave enough to go threw with it. She was always a coward as far as she was concerned. She was

mother felt this was her chance to start over and she could too scared to go back to her old school and face her peers. She was so scared her family had to pack up and leave because she was a coward. Now her sister could not stand her presence any longer. Her father had quit grudgily from his good paying job and her mother was trying to be positive. Emma's start a business. As far as Emma was concerned things seemed dim and dark.