My HistoryI haven't had the best life. My mom is dead. Has been for six years now. My dad left entirely. After our mom died, he went off the bridge. Fell off his rocker. Went crazy. Whatever. So he moved one day. Without a note or warning. For the first month he'd left, he sent us money, but he quickly stopped. I am the second oldest child, so I do most of the cooking and cleaning. I have four siblings. My youngest sister is seven years old, Silenna. Mecson (boy) and Jaden (girl) are twins, both at 13 years old. She helps me out around the house a lot. And then there is my older brother, Lukent, but we just call him Luke. He works all day, and is 17 years old.
I take Silenna, Mecson, and Jaden to school everyday. Then I go to the Corner Store to work a seven and a half shift from 8:30 a.m. to 4:00 p.m. I go back to the school and pick up Silenna, Mecson, and Jaden again. We walk home. Luke is almost never home before us. He works from 8 in the morning, till 8 at night. Sometimes he hunts illegally, but he never got the hang of it. But he learned about shelters and survival a bit. Most kids in our part of the district work at a young age, though. Most of them working, are even younger than the Twins, but we refuse to let them work. It isn't something they should have to do. I clean the house some and/or go to the store depending on what we need. I cook dinner and at around 8:15, and when Luke gets home, we eat as a family. We usually don't talk much, though.