I glanced outside of the frosty window in my bedroom. It was still covered with a sheet of icky, white, snow. Something I never had to live with in Nevada. My heart ached at the thought. Nevada, my home. This place I was forced to live, Montana, was not my home. I whimpered as I pulled a hoodie over my body, trapping in the warmth of my body. It covered up my favorite T-shirt with my name, Kendra, written in pink airbrush, on the front of it. I shuddered at the sudden gust of cold air as I stepped out onto the porch, overlooking the ghetto-looking street the house was on.
The black hoodie was huge on me. It was previously owned by my brother, who passed away very recently. By recently, I’m talking only 3 weeks ago was he killed in a car crash. Oh, yeah, and the fact that he OD’ed and was completely wasted might have helped too. But, my family likes to ignore that fact. Because, well, they weren’t any better. Alcoholism runs in the family, along with drugs, and drug dealing. Yeah, aren’t we all just a lovely little family.
I cant pretend like I am the fairy princess of the family, because God knows I’m not. I don’t do drugs, that’s stupid. Although, I do drink and I do smoke. I don’t drink like an alcoholic, because I see what it does to my father and my other brother… I don’t want to end up like that. I cant…
My name was called from the other side of the street by my family friend, Mich. Mich was waving his arms, grinning widely. He was extremely tall, and very tan. I believe he is part Latino, but, I cant be sure. I smiled in return, it was the least I could do. He was the only person I knew in this neighborhood, and we didn’t know each other very well. But, he was being extremely friendly to me, so, I’m grateful. At least I wouldn’t have to spend my first day in this alien neighborhood that I was unfamiliar with. I ran over to Mich with my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. “Mich!” I cried as my arms were wrapped around his neck. “Ready for school?” He eagerly asked as soon as my arms were back in my hoodie. I groaned as I hung my head. No, Definetly not ready.
