I can see horses behind me as I run trying to find a place to hide. Wondering what got me into this mess. Running from my master is not an easy task. Then again where; where am I? This is not my home this is not my life. This is not my time. My heart is pounding from my quick shoeless feet. I run and jump in ripped and torn rags. Not from tree branches but from working in the fields picking cotton. I see a bunch of trees and bushes. I'm so close to getting far from them. I jump in the bushes and there a shirtless russet skined man. With a piece of cloth covering his manhood. THANK GOD FOR THAT? He stared at me with curiousity written in his face and in his dark brown eyes. His long silky black hair hovering over his tight chest. He seems to be wondering what am I? Most people would think that I am an animal. At least the white man would. He grabs me and cover my mouth before I screamed and shh's me. I can hear the horses coming closer and then my master and his slave hunters voices. "Damn, we lost anotha' slave. Filthy creatures! Turn 'round", said my master. Which was tall with blonde hair and eyes like the ocean that THEY shipped me on. The voices and the horse trotting grew lower and their voices disappered. He was getting ready to tell me something, but then I heard this beeping sound. What is that sound? Oh, wait time for school! I wake from this nightmare which was about to become a dream. "Just a little longer", I thought to myself pulling the sheets over my head. "The good part was coming up", I mumbled to myself and then my sister Chaz came busting through the door yanking the sheets off of me. My sister looks like me, but she's light brown with chocolate brown eyes. Her pink dress was sprayed in cherry blossom body spray and her three plats reaching to her neck.

"Up, Up! It's your birthday and we have school.", she yelled rolling me on the floor backside up.

"GET OUT BRAT!", I yelled.

"Not until I smash this cake in your face."

"No. Mooooomaaaa!"

"Fine I'll leave."

"You got issues.", I said getting up reaching into my dresser for some jeans and a blue blouse to wear to school with my black leather jacket.

"You got issues. You don't even look like us.", she said walking out always wanting the last word.

She's right I don't look like moma, daddy, and Chaz. Actually I don't look like I belong in the family. I have dark brown skin with redish brown hair that stops to my shoulders. And one thing that really makes me look different is my hazle eyes. The only way you can tell that we are related is by our facial features. We have our dads nose that slightly spaces between our moms almond shaped eyes and wide full lips that is in between our high cheekbones, but other than that we wouldn't look the same. Thinking about this I unconciously took a shower and got dress heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

"Morning moma"

"Morning Tehyanna."

"Morning Aida", said the brat from across the table.

"Shut up Chaz. Moma why did you name me Aida. It's so out. It's so old. It's so African." Yea the name AIDA Tehyanna Stubbs is normal.

"For your information, Missy, it is African and it is the name of my great great grandmother so if you have a problem with it talk to her.", said my dad walking in with his newspaper under his arm.

"She's dead dad and she had a child with a white man. Which means we aren't exactly full African-American"

"Exactly. And that gives you red hair."

"Whatever. Come on Chaz we can't be late for school."

By my mother being a doctor and my father an accountance, my car that they brought me last year when I turned 16 doesn't show the income they get. It's a 1983 aqua blue and white ford truck that was updated with a CD player, leather seats, and dice that match the outside. My dad would try to talk me into getting a newer engine or better off a better ride, but I love the lively sound I get when starting my baby up. No one at school doesn't know that I live in a mansion with 10 rooms and a maximum kitchen. And I plan on not telling them a word because once they find out they would want to be my friend and use me. Tehyanna is not going down like that!

"I hate this truck. Buy a ...", I rudely interupted her with my roaring engine and blasting CD of Paramore. Off we went to start my brutal day at Forks high school.