I stared at the large house. I had just climbed out of a voltswagon driven by my new parents. My little sister came and stood by me, and took my hand in hers.
Leah was the only person I had ever willingly let touch me.
"Silas," she stood on her tip toes, trying to whisper into my ear, but her head just barely reached my shoulder. I leaned down "Is this where we are gonna live?" She asked me.
I looked into her big, trusting hazel eyes that were more brown then green at the moment. I smiled at her and ran my hand down her auburn hair, masking my own thoughts, I nodded.
"You have to be very good, okay, Song?" I called her by the nick name I had given her when she was three. She used to introduce herself as "Lala" and one day I just called her "Song".
Her face grew serious as she nodded.
I smiled down at her, a real smile this time. I had done my best to shelter this kid from the world, but in doing so, I had grown up real fast. It was a choice I would go back and make a thousand times over, because even though life had thrown it's worst at us, she was still sweet, and if I didn't have that type of spirit in a cheerleader called Leah, mine would be broken.
At 7 years old she resembled everything that was good and right in the world and that kept me going. It held me up and made life worth living.
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A New Song
General FictionSilas is left with his little 14 year old sister, Leah after their parents die, will they be able to make it? Will he be able to keep her safe mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually, or will all his eforts for a better life for his best...
