Chapter 1
I paused the tv, as I watched my brother walked slowly towards the front door.
'Were do you think your going, Mikah!' I said watching him, he screwed his face like I'd done something to him.
'Don't watch me man,' he snapped and carried on walking.
'Excuse me,' I said.
'Your going on like where I'm going has anything to do with you mix breed.' My mouth dropped in misblief of what my little brother had just said to me. The front door shut, he was gone. I don't know what to do with him anymore, he is turning in to someone I hardly know, this all started when my Dad died 2 years ago in a shooting. Since this family hasn't been the same, I can't even call it a 'family' anymore since he died we have gone down hill completely and right now we have hit rock bottom. I don't think it has changed me that much if anything, I have become quieter but more short tempered, after all the arguing about the funeral and stuff I don't feel my words actually count, so it's better to stay quiet and speak when spoken to. The worst thing is Mikah, my brother, has a different Dad to us but my Dad knowing that Mikah wasn't his, took him in as his own and all I know is my Dad was a real man and I have to much respect for him. I remember my fathers face every good damn day but my sister, brother and even my mom don't even say a word about him it's like since he's been gone he has never existed. Maybe it's there way of getting over it... All I know is that it's not good the way my siblings and my mother are going on. You know more about my family than you know about me, so let's start with my name, my names Amma Sarai Brown, I've just turned 16 I've left school and right now it's the summer holidays, college starts in 2 weeks I'm really scared I'm not used to meeting so many new people all at once. I live with my Mom, my older sister Italia who is 18 and my little brother who is 14. My dad was 1/2 Egyptian and 1/2 italian, hence why my sister is called Italia my dad wanted to always remember his roots and my mom is black from the Caribbean, St.Lucia, I'm kind of grateful for my mix of heritage because I love being part of so many different cultures. Anyway I'm home alone as usual I kind of get lonely, I think my sister is with her friends in town most likely, and god know's were my mother and brother are. Eastenders was finished now, and I didn't know what to do with myself so I stared at the commercials a little while then turned off the tv. I went into the kitchen grabbed a snickers bar out the fridge and took it up stairs with me, when I got in to the room me and my sister shared, I put my Ipod on shuffle and put it on the dock. Whilst playing some tunes I fell back on to bed and sighed, I soon fell asleep. When I woke up my sister was in her bed, it must have been like 4 in the morning why was I up so early? I wondered down the hallway glanced in my brothers room he was sleeping, it was good to know the yout was safe even though he had parred me off like that for just asking a simple question. I walked down stairs didn't bother to turn the light on, when I stood on to something soft, I quickly reached over and turned the light on. It was my mom's leg, she was lying face down on the floor with her fish nets, a tiny skirt and a tank top. She was off her face again.
