MY NAME IS Maritza Alexandra Castillo. I am fifteen years old. I am-was-the daughter of some random guy and Flaca Castillo, and I wasn't supposed to be born. My mother wasn't married at the time she had me;I was the result of a drunken one-night stand. Nine months after I was born, my mom fell in love with a man, and they got married. My mother changed her last name, and gave me a younger brother and sister. My mom didn't exactly care for me the way she did my twin siblings, but my step-father treated me like one of his own.
One night, when I had caused too much trouble for my mom, she sent me to a military camp, where I learned how to survive. I learned sword fighting, bows, tomahawks, guns, dagger fighting, hand to hand combat, obstacle courses, any sort of athletic thing you can think of, I was taught. By the time my step-father deemed it was time for me to go home, I could run the pacer test as easily as I could write my first name.
When I came home, I was eleven years old. My mother must have felt something snap in her, because she actually started to treat me like a human being. She smothered me in love that I never imagined I'd get from her before. She sat me down and talked to me about planning a quince for me-since I was half Latina.
But, of course, just when my life started getting good, shit happened to hit the fan.