I was walking to the house, where Mike was waiting for me. He had told me to go home as soon as I could. I wasn't gonna go anywhere. I wasn't going to the mall just to check out what new clothes they had like all the other teenagers. I listened to Mike, he was the only person I had, and I wasn't going to make think I was untrustworthy. Mike was my guardian since my parents died. Mike told me they were in a car accident, but I don't know if it's true. When I was about 3 years old, my mother and I where playing with building blocks. She was smiling and guiding me with the building we were making. Then that all changed when my father called her to the kitchen. Mike was only 15 at the time. He watched me while my parents were having their long conversation. When they were done my mother and father hugged and kissed me as if they weren't going to see me again, and they weren't. Mike had no choice but to look after me. He isn't even related to me. I don't know why Mike had to be my guardian.
I'm almost home. I can see Mike sitting on the porch. He looks....sad. This was unlike mike. He was usually the upbeat guy. He usually was happy since everyone gave him compliments. They were usually about his intelligence or appearance. And yes I'm jealous. People here think I'm his ugly little dumb sister. I sat next to him. I put my arm around him at attempt to make him smile. He looked up and did smile. It was a peaceful smile like the ones he gave to the neighbors but a little different. It had a little sadness in it. "What were you going to tell me? It looks like it's important. You're not the one to get sad like this." He rubbed his face and began talking. "Its more than important." I know it is, I mean he looked scared and sad at the same time. The emotions were trying to end each other. "Your parents asked me to take you somewhere before they died." Wait.....so they knew they were going to die. " We have to leave tonight, I know you're not prepared for it but we have no choice . You can ask me questions when we're there. Okay?" He looked serious now, the upsetting emotions left. "Okay, but I have one question." He looked curious. "What is it?" Well, we weren't exactly broke but I just don't understand how we're going to get there. "But aren't we like, broke?" He understood me, and began answering. "Well, when you were little your mother and father gave me there money they've been saving for years before you were born."
Well um I don't know I'm going to continue this but here's some of it.
