Sarah

Today im spending the day home from school alone with Stef. I know that with Mariana and Lena I'm doomed to be interrogated. Stef seems to be the type of person who will be easier to deal with when her wife and children are around. She seems like her wife's presence is enough to keep her in line. The morning was peaceful in the sence of routine. I had 3 siblings myself, all younger, so morning time was always chaos. so being here in this house full of seven people reminds me of home. To much actually, it made me homesick. I miss my home and my family. I miss my little sister, Sierra, so much. she's only two years old and I used to babysit her all the time. Shes too young to understand why I left and she might never know since they probably are doing everything to delete me from her memories since im "bad influence over her". She will probably end up forgetting me.

"you ok?" she asked once everyone else have left.

"You have been quiet all breakfast" she stated looking worried.

"yeah sorry I was thinking about my little sister, Sierra" I admitted.

"she's only two. she's going to forget about me" I said and she just looked at me intensely. her daughter does the same thing.

"im sorry this has to be rough on you. Have you talked to your parents yet?" she asks like my parents will ever want to talk to me again.

"no but I talked to my little sister, Jess. she told me she's going to be giving Mariana some of my clothes and valuable stuff at school today so my parents wont sell them" That was the best thing I heard yesterday that I wasn't going to lose all my drawings, paintings and other art projects I have worked on since I was six.

"oh that's good. So how many siblings do you have?" she asked just trying to keep the conversation rolling.

"3. Jess is 15, Tyler is 10 and Sierra is 2." I said as she just smiled.

"so you are the oldest. What grade are you in?" she asked.

"Im a senior." I said awkwardly. Mariana is only a freshman and I know the age difference isn't going to make her parents very happy. I was warned not to get involved with a freshman but I couldn't help that I fell in love with her. Over the last four months I became a great friend with her and ended up getting to close to her. I knew I was doomed to fall in love with her the day I met her.

"A senior? You are aware she is only a freshmen right. " she said interrupting the beginning of my flashback.

"yes I am. I know that doesn't look good but I promise I would never do anything to hurt her" I know that she probably wont even believe me but I don't know what else to say to convince her.

"that's good you better not" she said.

"or what you'll shot me" I joked before realizing that's not funny. when she gave me a weird look, I took the statement back.

"sorry that was funnier in my head" I said and she smiled.

"its ok I do that too, but no as a cop it's very frowned upon to kill someone" she joked back and I laughed. Its comforting to know she has a sence of humor. so

"so how did you two meet?" she asked and finally my flashback started again.

"oh good you accidentally interrupted that flashback earlier. Anyways... I had a friend who I became very close to and so I thought it was safe to come out to her but I guess I was wrong. she outed me immediately and so the next day I was dealing with some homophobic people and I was just ignoring them and I kept walking but I soon heard somebody yelling at them. at first I thought it was a teacher yelling at them but the voice was too young" I explained. I looked back to see a beautiful girl yelling at these guys.

"hey assholes I bet she will get laid more than you" she joked back at them as she walked up to me.

"wow" I said simply.

"those assholes are unfortunately friends of a friend of mine, sorry about them" she said smiling at me.

"whats your name?" she asked as we headed in the direction of our next class. she told me she's seen me in study hall so we decided that we would sit together. That study hall I knew that we would end up being friends. I restated that conveniently leaving out the swear words and what she actually said to them. We continued talking for a while before she told me I can go up to Marianas room and listening to music or something on her laptop.

Mariana

All I can think about all day is her. Is mom interrogating her? if so is she passing? By third period I was going out of my mind worried about it, so I go to the bathroom and text her.

me: hey how is it

her: not bad, I don't think I made that bad of an impression

me: good your sister gave me huge bag full of your stuff btw you are really good at art

I went through the bag out of curiosity two periods ago and found some of her amazing drawing, painting and other art stuff. It was impressive. Each one amazing in its own way and she has like an art gallery worth in that bag. I had to drop it off at moms office because it was too heavy for me to lift even for a little while.

her: thanks did she have my paint, brushes and oil pastels

me: yeah she did. I drew with those fancy crayons u have hope u don't mind

her: the oil pastels? u better not of broken anything

I laughed and told her I had to go,2:30 can't come fast enough for me.

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