I reach my sisters high school and as usual the girls from her school stop and stare at me. Amara fixes her make up in the rear view mirror.

I notice this one girl though. She's blonde, blue eyes. No visible tattoos or piercings other than some small pearls adorning her ears. She's not that big maybe a b-

"Do I look good?" I turn over and look at Amara. As usual she looks flawless.

"Yeah." I respond and she leans her chair back. Suddenly Nayeli bursts into my car. She's hurried and Georgina is fast behind her.

"Drive!" Nayeli orders but I just stare at her until Georgina catches up and Amara slaps my shoulder but ends up massaging her hand.

"You're the worst." Nayeli grumbles as she scoots over and Georgina opens the door.

"Nayeli got dress coded today!" Georgina shouts as soon as she's through the door and I sigh.

"For what?" I look over at Nayeli and she shakes her head.

"Are you embarrassed now? I'll tell you! She wore No under shorts!" I almost laugh but I contain it. I'm their older brother after all. I must set an example but Amara laughs as loud as she can. Almost as if on purpose to torture me.

"How can you laugh right now?" I ask and she sighs rolling over in her seat. Which is basically leaned onto the seat behind her.

"How would they even know that if they weren't looking under? If anything they're the pervs." Amara smiles at Nayeli who shyly smiles back but I slap Amara's thigh and drive.

I hear as the girls talk and ramble. Amara says she has no need for a child. That she will never marry. She says her parents have enough children to carry on the name.

Which is a weird thing to say but I digress. She's been taking care of kids and mentored my little sisters all their lives. Sometimes she looks like the perfect mother. The perfect wife. I'm not delusional so I don't indulge in my fantasies. It doesn't hurt to dream anyways.

"Out!" I yell at my sisters and they run in the house. My phone rings in my pocket and I take it out. My sisters school.

"Don't pick up." I look over at Amara and roll my eyes.

"And do what instead?"

"Me." She responds and then laughs leaving me frustrated.

"I'm kidding but it if it bothers you so much. You can have me." She continues and I unlock my door stepping out of the car. I smudge my face and groan.

"You can never take a joke." She pats my back and walks into my house. Uninvited might I add.

"New ceilings?" Amara asks and I nod at her. My mother goes through phases of grief. Infertility grief I mean. She much like Amara's mother was a 'teen mom' except she lost her first child and many after.

Only having had her first loving child. Me of course at the same time Mrs.De Ortiz had her last child Amara. Same day actually.

She recently lost Marlena. Miscarriage.

"I wonder if you got me pregnant-" My attention immediately turns to Amara and she pleased with having alarmed me, stops.

"Ahh my dear!" My mother walks into the room and smiling places a kiss on Amara's cheek.

"Now tell me the girls get into any trouble?" She looks up at me and I nod. Her face becomes stiffer but she moves over to the kitchen. I believe my mother has always been a pushover with her children.

Also that we share many similarities, I'm a mixture of the worst of both my parents.

If my mother does ever get mad it is random and without reason. She will scream and shout and kick.

Like a child.

"Oh hey Amara. How's your father doing?" My dad enters the room and my sisters still in uniform in the large living room immediately get up.

"Nayeli you're grounded." My father proclaims and she groans before stomping.

"You too Georgina, you should never rat out family." Georgina appalled screams and they both storm out the room. They could be twins. Only one year apart both with brown hair and hazel eyes, same height.

"Daddy tells me you two have a business meeting tonight." Amara starts and my father nods.

"Just how did you get that information? Never mind I know how. You have a way with words."

"You right I do Mr.Alvarez." Amara replies and smiles before kissing my cheek and taking her leave. I don't know exactly what she does most of the time in the days.

However at night you can rest assured she never sleeps. She drinks, cries, smokes and gets high to the point you find her convulsing on the floor but there's no way to stop her from doing it again.

She says she's never felt fear. Which is a lie. The one thing true about that statement is that it proves my point that she is a liar. A compulsive liar. She's my best friend none the less.

I walk up to the second floor and find Nayeli sat on the couch in front of the large glass window. She looks up at me and moves her legs off the couch signaling me to sit next to her.

"I don't want you to pick me up anymore I'm sixteen I have my own car." I shake my head at her it's simply not safe.

"You treat me like I'm still a little girl! Isn't that hypocritical of you? You're so over protective of me and Gigi but look at the girls you surround yourself with." Nayeli pouts and scoffs at me before getting up and walking away. As she always does.

There's nothing very special about my life. I do the same thing every day and the same every night. I abuse my body and then go home to get ready and do it again.