Chapter 1
Two days ago. I had just turned 12. Not 13 not 11 no. 12... my sister's name is Caila she had just turned 14 a month ago. But we are black. Growing up in a messed up neighborhood. Shootings back to back. News reports on people getting shot. All things the whites would expect. Knowing all these things, we study,we focus. We act goofy sometimes but thats the way we communicate. My sister is just getting into the highschool,; Kenwood Academy. While i am just beginning the 7th grade. Always
staying on task was hard. Pretty hard... Ive always felt pressured. Knowing i have to be better. Knowing that i would get pressured so that i would have to be like Caila; smart,mature,and sometimes even at school i would have to try to act like her. I'm done now.....
I want my own life. Yes i want to be successful. Yes i want a carrer. Just not off of my sister's name. I want to be recognized for me. My talents. My greatness. I dont want the whites looking at me- no looking down on me because i am from the Dearborns. Sometimes i want to be left alone. Just to myself. But i can't. Why exactly cant i? Well I can't because i have 5 different siblings to look after. I know your probably thinking," well isnt Caila helping you?" No. I am the one looking after them really. She only says something to them when they're in her room. Or says something to me when i yell at them because they are making stupid noises (in my face as i tell them not to) or not sitting down like my parents instruced them to, or even running around, sometimes when caila is out in the front with them they run off and go in my room. Last time they went in there, they knocked my LED lights down. And took all of my things... i know thoses are small things but the smallest things could have a big difference. Why me? "Go ask Caila" I tell them. "But boonani" they tell me. Making those stupid noises in my face. Why me?
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