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It Had Better Be

Chapter 4- I'm an angel.

"E-he-hew! Jesse! Stop poking it!"

"Be quiet, please."

"But Jesse, why didn't you let the froggy live?"

"Kara, it was already dead. I bought it like this. You think madre hunts all the chicken we eat, kills it then cooks it?"

"no, Alex cooks it."

"Smart arse."

"Carnival."

"It's cannibal Kara."

"Oh. I'm telling madre you swore!"

I love my family, I really do but why do they make it so hardfor me to survive? I don't interfere with Kara's card-board castle making, why should she interrupt my dissecting?

"Honestly, Hector, I wish you wouldn't keep doing that."

Even my dead father bothers me. And he's dead.

"Papa, I want to be surgeon when I'm older. How am I supposed to watch surgeries being preformed when I'm an intern if I don't have experience of blood and guts?" I wasn't even looking at him, I mean to be honest, I don't really like the sight of my father as a ghost- call me crazy, but I prefer the faceless voice thing.

"I will never understand you Hector." I could imagine his moustache flitting through the air in exasperation at me. I smiled at this thought, it reminded me of when I was a child.

"These creatures relish in foods that are eaten by humans. There bodies and stringy arms are so strong, and can hold weights many times heavier than their own body weight. Unfortunately, I don't know how much they can carry, but I will look it up in the encyclopaedia."

"Honestly, Hector, I will never understand you. Your only seven years old, go play outside with a football or something."

I frowned in frustration, of course padre will never understand my thirst for knowledge, no matter how little my resources. At that moment I was pretending to talk into a voice recorder so my secretary could copy them up. However, my secretary was simply not up to the job. She's incompetent; she never finishes work on time, she can barely write a sentence. These sentences consist of scribbles and the occasional chocolate/ ice cream stain.

Why, you ask, is my secretary so bad at her job? The answer would be, she can hardly walk, talk, or dress herself; she happens to have lived around 730 days and still wets herself. AKA, my sister Isabelle.

Currently, I was investigating the ant. Obviously I was too young then to understand everything, but if you had seen me, you would have thought I was the most mature kid you'd ever met. That status and high opinion has since gradually faded into immature teenager.

To avoid any complications, I left the apartment. Doesn't he understand that children my age shouldn't be out on their own here in Brooklyn? Even I know that and I'm seven. Dios.

Anyway, going outside just mean I had more things to study, like the curious actions of humans between the age of 13 and 16. They all seem to want to touch each other. I decide on my last visit into the wilderness that these specimens would need more observation before I come to any conclusion.

Our apartment on the 3rd floor was so high up, and the concrete stairs were really big, so it took a long time to get to the bottom. The main doors were wide open and the steps were disgusting, so I decided to sit on the brick edge that I usually slid down on my way to school.

I had only been watching my experiments for five minuets before I heard a movement to my left.

I looked round and saw a girl who must have been around my age. She grinned a little stupidly at me, two front teeth missing; one side of her mouth coated with sticky orange substance that I believe was evidence that she had eaten an orange lolly pop. Her light, thin hair had been pulled into a scruffy ponytail that was slowly falling apart. She had stray bits of hair sticking out everywhere and looked slightly curly at the ends.

She was wearing a short sleeved shirt that was white (stained orange) and it had a little glittery angel on it, with words beneath it that said, "I'm an angel." Her shorts were unthreading at the bottom, and her converse trainers were bright yellow.

"Heya," she said with a wide smile, all her teeth (or at least the ones that existed) were being showed off. I can distinctly remember wanting more than anything for her to shut her mouth. "What's your name?"

I looked at her wearily before saying, "My name is Hector, and you would be?" I have to say I was acting snobbishly for someone who shares a room with three girls.

"I'm an angel." She said. I looked at her like she was deranged. Well she was!

"O-kay. Well hello 'I'm an angel', what school do you go to?" I asked, begging her mentally to leave.

"I don't go to school," she smiled toothily. Well at least she had a reason for being so stupid. Or at least she comes across as stupid.

"'I'm an angel' I have some important research to do if you wouldn't mind, I would like some peace and quiet." Now I was being impolite. She jut her lower lip out and looked extremely upset. Then, putting her head in her hands started sobbing. I felt so ashamed of myself. I went right up to her, and tried to say I was sorry. She immediately told me to shut up, but I was stubborn so I put my arm round her and she jumped up and shrieked,

"Eww! Coodies!" Then I saw that she had a mischievous grin on her face, and there were no traces of tears.

Before I knew it, she had raced off. I had one brief look at her back before she was out of sight. The back of her t-shirt said, "Yeah, right." And had a red devil above the words.

How rude.

My frog was so messed up, it was like something from Saw. Honestly it was all-

Ok, I won't explain it; it was too disgusting, even for me.

Anyway, padre finally left. And I was left to clean up all the blood and guts and brai-

Ok I really have to stop now. It was while I was watching my memories in a sort of movie style that I wondered about the people I met, the people I saw. I know that I never knew them, but my curiosity is too strong. It's petty and childish.

Anyway, Mercedes decided that today we had to buy ourselves new items and clothing for school, since it starts in two days. I found myself agreeing, knowing only too well that within half and hour of watching the girls pick out clothes I would be bored. But they practically begged me since madre doesn't believe in allowing girls as hysterical around clothes as my sister to even see money. So I have to go and supervise. No, don't look at me like that; when madre says they need supervising, she's right. They are crazy. They could spend our entire savings in one visit and not even notice.

We were going to walk to the main road and see if we could find a taxi. Obviously, it had to be someone willing to squeeze in six people. I can see today is going to be long and torturous.

Finally, after several visits back to the house for lip gloss, handbags, tissues, toys etc- we reached the main road. All five girls talking animatedly, and me nearly breaking down from the stress of having to make sure Isabelle isn't going to be close to being run over again, and that Josefina looks at the road and not her book when she walks. And maybe I can prise Marta away from her mirror.

Here are some regularly used phrases on our way down:

"Josefina, stop reading PLEASE. I don't want there to be a casualty in our first few days."

"Kara, Isabelle- walk, don't run."

And this last one was probably the most used,

"Marta, you look amazing ok- in fact you look driver-slamming-his-foot-on-the-breaks amazing, so put the mirror away and start walking or else I assure you that your face will not be so perfect after you walk into a tree."

Thank Dios, they were sat on a bench, me standing to flag down a cab. I'm an expert.

The cars were moving a lot faster here than in New York. Then again traffic in New York is terrible, but it does make finding a cab easier. So I just stood there on the sidewalk, cars flashing by. Then I caught a glimpse of a yellow beat up car with a half working lighted sign on top that said, 'Taxi'. Using my brilliantly fast reactions I was able to flag it down with one had and whistle using my other hand.

No I'm just kidding, the guy didn't even notice me, I didn't whistle and I really just forgot completely to flag it down with my other hand.

I know what you're thinking, that has to be the most-

"-Pathetic thing I have ever seen De Silva." Oh great, my titles keep getting better and better in Carmel. I looked around almost afraid of the person who was evidently amused by the tone of voice she was using.

"Susannah?" I said, surprised, "What are you doing here?" Ok idiotic question- it's a street, she has every right to be here. She looked at me like I was mental.

"Bloody hell, you've been here what, two, three days? And you own the place…I'm going to my friends house De Silva- not that it's any of your business." She added with a small smirk. "But be thankful I'm here. I, unlike someone I know, can get a cab."

This girl was seriously out to humiliate me. She couldn't have been kinder, especially in front of all my sisters. I frowned at her in what I hoped was a disapproving way. "Go on then ma'am. Work your magic."

In ten seconds flat, Susannah had flagged down an empty cab who actually accepted six people squeezing in.

Well that taught me didn't it?

She smiled at me mischievously one last time, and then bounced away, not looking back once or saying anything else.

All my sisters looked at me (or at least the ones that were physically able to) in awe. Kara and Isabelle were in hysterics, Mercedes was teasing me about how I was in love with her, and Marta had raised her eyebrows at me as if to say, "She just kicked your ass." Even Josefina had allowed herself to smile at my evident anger, shock and disdain.

I will never live this down.

The trip was longer than I expected, and it wasn't long before I became weary of where exactly I had asked the driver to take us. But eventually, he stopped, and I paid him before stepping out into the bright sunlight. It bounced off the glass building, blinding us all. The pillars at the front of the building were simple and clean white, with matching shiny stair and automatic glass doors.

Automatic doors always offend me. It's like people are saying, "these doors are too good for your grimy little hands." So to make my self feel better I purposefully touch them anyway. It's my small form of rebellion.

As I predicted, the creatures that I once called human sisters became animals once they were unleashed into the large world of new shops, clothes, books, toys. I tried to call out to them to meet me back in an hour to tell me what they thought they needed to buy. I got to "Meet me" but they had already gone. I was going to have to look for them after I found something to do.

The only thing I ever like doing in malls is buying a good biology book, and sitting down for a caramel frappuccino, a big white chocolate muffin and table to myself.

That sounds so pathetically lonely.

I made my way around the mall, taking in my surroundings quickly, and checking for the first book store. I found one that had a massive sign saying, "All books half price!" So I went into there. Don't get me wrong, I'm not tight with money, it's just I can't afford to spend a lot if I want to end the day without any tears from any of my darling sisters.

My book was called, 'Our Evolution', it was long, complicated and unusual. Perfect at times like these. I shouldn't be bored one moment. The mall wasn't big so it only took me another three minuets to find a Starbucks.

I could tell I was attracting a lot of attention; had thatmany people seen me gardening and strolling the streets half naked on our first day here?

I was immediately served. Well actually I was served after two girls stopped whispering to each other obviously frustrated whilst they were both racing towards me. Was there a bet as to how many people you could serve in one hour?

Finally, I was seated. I looked at the girl who had a nametag saying, 'Hi, my name's Gabriella."

"Hi, Gabriella," I said with a polite smile, she instantly turned bright red and looked like a radish. I continued as if I hadn't noticed, "don't bother with the menu, thanks but I already know what I want." She turned an even deeper shade of red. Is that even possible? I heard her mumble, "Okay." She pulled out a small pad and looked at me expectantly through blonde bangs that had fallen across her eyes in her haste to serve me.

"A caramel frappuccino and a medium sized white chocolate muffin please."

"Anything else Mr… ?"

"Just call me Jesse." I said, trying my best to get her away from me so I could start reading.

"Okay, Jesse," This time with a little more confidence and a pearly white smile, "I'll be as quick as I can- especially for you." She winked one of her light grey eyes and simpered away. I think it was a little bit of an understatement when I said that she had a little more confidence. This girl was handing out confidence like it was on a free sample stand.

I heard a small muffled snicker and turned round with a slight frown on my face. I'm sure I knew that laugh it sounded a lot like-

"Susannah?" Oh Dios not again please. "I thought you were going to a friend's house." Then I frowned even more, "Are you following me?" I asked incredulously.

She looked at me with her eyes that were a whole lot more colourful that Gabriella's. "Oh, please, don't flatter yourself De Silva. How was I supposed to know you'd be here? I was here before you anyway plus I am with my friend. We decided her house was boring. Not everybody worships you like that blonde you were talking to does."

I just gaped at her stupidly. I can't believe how incredibly rude she is. "What? I… you… how… what?" clever. Everybody, please, round of applause for Jesse's amazing wit and quick thinking. I sweat the water in California makes you stupid.

Susannah, had already placed a tip on the table, paid her bill and run off. These quick entrances and exits were getting on my nerves. I really don't like being surprised or caught off guard.

My mother's new husband had better be worth this.

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