"Christina, did you really do those things last night?", My dad asked me with a furious look on his face.

"No dad, I didn't do any of those things, I swear!", I said as I tried to wipe the annoying satisfied look on my brother's face.

"Christina, go to your room!",My mom yelled.

"But I didn't do any of those things mom I swear! Please listen to me!", But as I looked into my parents eyes, I knew I wasn't going to win the fight. "You don't have any proof that I went out last night!-"

"I don't need any proof!", My mom interrupted.

"Now go to your room before you're grounded for a month!", My dad yelled as the furious look on his face got even madder by the second.

"Fine! believe your perverted son!", As I stormed upstairs, I heard my father ask Joseph why I described him as perverted. His tone was also furious in rage.

"I hope he gets what he deserves!", I thought furiously as I replayed what just happened downstairs.

Luckily, when my parents weren't looking, I stole some waffles from the table so I won't get too hungry. I'm so glad that I left some plates in my room because I would have to eat my waffles on my lap.(I know that sounds fine, but the waffles still have syrup on them.) I can't believe that they are believing Joseph instead of me! I'm the oldest in the family! Do you think that I would really sneak out to go drinking?!? (I'm not that desperate to have my first sip of wine or liquor.) Sometimes I just wish that they would listen to me for once, they always believe Joseph because he is the youngest so he gets all of the attention. If only they knew what he does in his room when he is alone, then they might listen to me.

After I finished my waffles and washed my hands, I sat upon my bed, pondering up ways to get back at my brother for getting me in trouble. Well if I just tell them why I think he is perverted, they would ask Joseph if what I am saying is true, then Joseph would put on his innocent, "Mommy I love you, Tina is lying" face and I would be in even more trouble than I'm already in. (But seriously, dude, you're fourteen! stop doing that face to get what you want! you can't use that when you're thirty and need money for child support!)

After hours of pondering up ways to get back at my brother,I realized that I wasn't going to win... that little bastard won again.

Suddenly, I heard some footsteps outside my door. My dad knocked and said,

"Christina? Can I come in? I want to talk to you."

I let him in because I wanted to settle this as soon as possible. He sat beside me on my bed and looked at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Christina, I need you to tell me the truth. Did you really go out last night?"

I made a face that says "Dad I'm telling the truth", But unfortunately, he is not very good at catching on to things.

"Dad, I swear, I didn't sneak out last night."

He leaned over and hugged me. But the look on his face was relief and not concern. Did he actually believe me for once?

"Christina,don't worry about your mother, I'll calm her down and I'll talk to your brother."

He looked very tired and stressed out, I kinda felt sad for him.

"Also I'm sorry for yelling at you, your mother and I have been fighting a lot lately so, I haven't been sleeping."

I forgave him (Only because I felt sorry for him) and he was about to turn the doorknob to leave, I decided to ask him one question.

"Dad, what have you and Mom been fighting about?" He took a long pause, then he answered cautiously.

"Christina, it involves you, your mother, and your birthmark."

And with that, he left. I sat there, wondering, "What did I do to make my parents fight like this?... this really is all my fault...I really am a disgrace to my family."

I locked my door, got under my covers, and sobbed. I knew that I didn't belong here and this tops it all off. My parent's marriage is in danger because of me. which parent will I stay with if they split up? Will they leave my on the streets? Will I go to an orphanage? I can't stay with a relative because they're either dead or too far away. All I have left is my family, I don't have any friends at school, I don't have a boyfriend to comfort me at a time like this. If this progresses like this, someone might get hurt...physically. And it might be me.

It's about afternoon now and as I try to calm myself down a bit, I hear a skate board rolling by. I look out my window and see the neighborhood skater boy rolling along the side walk, doing kick flips and jumps. He looks about my age, I don't see him at school so he might be a homeschooler. It must be nice to have parents who let you go out and do things in the middle of the day without them constantly asking where you're going, how you're going to get there, what your going to do, and if you're going to be hanging out with guys. I wish could be free like him.