Through out the rest of the school day the only thing running through my mind was Carmen Mandez. I don’t know how I’m going to tell Spencer the whole story or if I even can. I hate Carmen. Hate isn’t usually in my vocabulary, I don’t think I’ve ever haten anyone in my life. It’s not that I want her to die because I don’t, surprisingly, but I want her to suffer through all of the drama and problems I’ve had to deal with. In my opinion that’s much worse than dieing. Death is too simple, too easy. No, I want her to feel all of the pain I’ve gone through because believe me, it’s not a walk in the park. I should be causing her sorry ass misery but her I am running like the cowardly bitch I am. I didn’t deserve such a caring, loving, compassionate sister like Kyla, and she didn’t deserve what should have been me beaten to a bloody pulp on the floor of a dirty bathroom. Everything would have been fine and dandy if Carmen hadn’t shown up.

"Ash, you okay?" I look up and see blue eyes staring into my brown ones. So much sorrow. I don’t want fucking sorrow I want my sister back, but that’s obviously not going to happen.

I see Spencer’s blue pools turn into one of confusion. I notice I’m sending a deadly glare her way and quickly change my expression. I finally look around and see we’re parked in front of my house.

"Yeah. Come on." I exit the car and walk to the door waiting for Spencer. She stands next to me as I unlock it and enter the house. It’s quiet as we head upstairs to my room. I throw myself onto the bed getting comfortable and wait as Spencer makes herself comfortable as well.

"You don’t have to tell me if you’re not up to it." Spencer’s barely whispered voice gives me the confidence I need to start my story. I take a deep breath and shakily let it out.

"Carmen and I were never friends as some may think. I didn’t even know who she was until the day I came out. After that day my life was a mess. The friends I thought would stick by me left and the friends I thought would leave stuck by me, which weren’t many. People would make crude remarks but I didn’t care, it was who I am and stuck by it. I remember there was one girl who, while everybody else got bored and left me alone, kept up the name calling cruel jokes. I didn’t understand why she kept doing what she did. Kyla being her usual self stood up for me like the loyal and kind sister does. This went on for quite some time. Finally I decided to do something about it, when Carmen made her usual jabs I responded. She was shocked that I actually stood up for myself and made a fool of her, she just left me alone. I thought that was the end. I don’t know what caused her to do such a thing and to my sister when I thought we finally settled our dispute." I looked over to see Spencer with tears in her eyes. I started to shake with the memories of Kyla flooding my head.