Chapter Two,
What I Left Behind,
"Bolivia! Turn down that annoying music!"
I screeched at my sister. She is constantly blasting her Guns N' Roses rock music and it's killing me. I grind-ed my teeth still hearing the music as loud as it was before.
"Dad, please do something!"
I lashed out on my father cause I couldn't deal with my sister.
"Bolivia, turn down the music."
"Why should I?" She gave a nasty smirk and put the headphones back on.
"What's her problem?"
"I don't know but no more I need to focus on driving."
I looked out the window ignoring everything but the beautiful ocean. We were heading to California; my father was given job offer for a sound FM music station. My sister, she was being her but something was a little different in this situation.
"Can we stop I need the bathroom."
Bolivia asked with a snarky voice.
"Sh-sure, how about we get some pizza?"
My father was only trying to make Bolivia in a better mood but nothing seems to work for her.
"Sure, whatever I don't care."
Just like that she got out of the car and went somewhere we didn't know; but this was nothing new to us, it's jut the fact where in some place we weren't familiar with.
"Bolivia." I cried out chasing her.
"Bolivia, stop."
"What are you doing?"
"Trying to make sure you don't run off for the thousandth time."
"Ha-ha." She sarcastically laughed. "No I'm going pee, now if you don't mind."
She slammed the door on my face making it clear I did something wrong.
I stayed for a moment to listen, I herd not peeing, no flushing nothing; till I herd crying.
"Bolivia?"
"Go away Chriss."
"Open the door."
"No, what do you want?"
"To talk to my sister."
She opened the door, as I came in I closed and locked it behind me.
"Whats wrong?" I put my hand on her shoulder.
She pulled off aggressively. "Its the fact you get everything from mom and I get nothing! I saw the dress Christann, I saw it!"
There it is, everything...yet worst, the truth.
"I'm so sorry, mom loved you, she loved both of us and next time why don't you just tell me, I had no clue. Here take this."
I handed her mom's old traveling bag she used for everything.
"Really!?"
Bolivia's face lit up the the night sky on an astonishing forth of July night.
Bolivia was more happier than iv'e seen her in a while.
Just like that we were in the dinner eating pizza together.