Ever since I can remember, my grandma has taught me that the women are supposed to stay home and do the chores, and the men are supposed to go to work and bring home money. My father agreed with this. My mother was not in the picture, though I bet if she was she would disagree. You see, my dad is Mexican, straight from across the border, and my mom is as white as they come-born in Indiana, family from Ireland. They disagreed on a lot of things when they were together. My mom had always showed me that I could be whatever I wanted to be. My dad, well, he was always at work and never had the time to tell me the same or otherwise. After my mother left us, I forgot about what she said. I gave up on the idea of being anything more than a house wife. And then I started kindergarten. Immediately, I became addicted. I began to love waking up in the early morning just so that I could go to school. Reading, writing, and math came as naturally to me as breathing, even though my first language was Spanish and my classes were not. When my younger brother started school two years after me, I laughed when he began to cry every morning when my father took us to school and then left for work. He absolutely hated school. He hated the teachers. He hated the students. He hated learning. As I got older, I began to realize that my two older siblings were the same. It was absolutely ridiculous. I began to think that I was adopted or something.Unfortunately, i looked too much like my brothers and sisters to be adopted. Time moved quickly. I went from being an isolated five year old to an isolated twelve year old. In those seven years, I had fallen in love with writing. I wrote every day. Of course, I had my friends, but I spent more time writing than with them. I excelled in all of my subjects, and I was proud of them. I had thought my father was proud as well, but when I turned twelve I began to doubt that. It was at this age that I made a mistake that is trulyirreversible.

People die. It doesn't matter how it happens. All that matters is that they die. They are killed by someone else. They are killed by themselves. They are killed by their body. People die and people kill and this nightmare will never end. This nightmare will never end. Why? Because this nightmare is life. No pretend fantasy world can change this. People will always die and people will always kill and hurt and destroy and betray. This nightmare will never end. Life will never end.