Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
"Yes mother?" Nicolas then walked down the stairs, as I stood near the front door, still dripping wet.
"Did you receive a call from your sister?" my mother asked.
"No, I did not" he then smirked at me.
"Savanah, how dare you lie and get your older brother into this?!" my mother then turned to me and yelled.
"I didn't lie! I have proof on my phone, but it's dead" I then scrambled through my stuff, not caring that my medals were on show as I tried to find my phone.
"What did you win?" I could just hear the smirk dripping through his words.
"Nothing" I murmured as I tried to find my phone.
"You are grounded for the next week because you lied about being out and dragged your brother into this, when he didn't even do anything!" my mother screeched, as she pointed towards the stairs, as I had started to gather my belongings.
"Fine! Happy Birthday to me" I muttered the last bit under my breath, as I slung my sports bag over my shoulder.
"What did you just say to me?" my mother questioned, making me halt my movements.
"I didn't say anything, I just agreed to you" I turned to look at her as I started to climb the stairs.
"Oh, why don't you lighten up, sis" Nicolas then came and nudged my arm, gracing me with his annoying smirk that he wears whenever I am around.
It was the first time in years that he had called me sis, let alone nudge me in the arm.
He used to like physical contact, like hugs, but not anymore.
I remember one time as I child, that I was curled up in his lap, as he read me a story before bed. I even had a photo of it, probably hanging up on my pin board, that held most of my achievements and memories, but that moment was cherished within my heart and soul for eternity.
That was when I believed that my family actually loved me and cared.
But I don't know what happened over the years.
I think they lost their love and care for me because I was too difficult.
I became forgotten, I became lost.
They all forgot my birthday too.
And with that, I collapsed on my bed, not caring that I was in my soaking wet track and field uniform, and my phone wasn't charged, laying amongst all of my wet belongings.
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"Where the hell have you been? And why are you drenched?" I heard my mother's screechy voice from my room.
She was probably yelling at Savanah about something she had done.
