Life gets confusing at times. In fact, a lot. High school started and a lot of high school drama followed. You might say, “Well, that’s normal!” To me, high school drama didn’t affect me until sophomore year. One of my friends told me that high school is about finding yourself and not dealing with all the drama and commotion that is holding you down. To me, I imagined a girl spreading her wings out from the tangled trees that keeps her from flying. Do you feel that way too? I feel oftenly trapped and lost. There are many times where life is just frustrating. I got into a fight with my little brother today. It may seem that I hate him, but deep inside, I don’t. I bet a lot of others who have siblings or someone close think the same way too. See, my relationship with my brother is... confusing. We had a confusing childhood. To me, childhood memories should be filled with innocence, laughter, tears over not getting the candy you wanted or toy you have always wished for, or being loved by the ones around you. When it comes to my brother and I, that’s nowhere near what our childhood was like. We went from having a mother and father, to having parents that live far from each other. When I mean far, I mean FAR. My mom still lives on the opposite side of Earth from me. I live with my dad though. So first, my brother and I lived with my mom for a while, but got brought back to my dad because my mom just couldn’t afford both of us and she didn’t want to separate us. What can I say? I was not even 10. I’m going to be honest I was so young I don’t even remember my age. So now, I’ve been living with my dad for 8 years. It’s a very traditional family. Why? I live with my elderlies too... Yeah... fun... But back to my brother and I, we went through all these years together. How can I possibly hate him? Well, other than the times he can just really get on my nerves... Which is most of the time. At the end of the day, our fights never lasted long. I usually go to him and try to make up for all the commotion. My brother has always been quiet at home... So quiet that, he gets me worried all the time. After all these years, you will someday go crazy and get irritated by all this. I just never could communicate with my brother! Like...It’s kind of tough when you have a brother, younger one, who is more talented and focused on than yourself. I’m proud to have a brother like him tho. Talented in arts. We have same interests but he always ends up better than me... Sometimes, I just can’t stop myself from thinking, “Why? Why?WHY?” He often tells me to shut up when I sing and that I’m not doing things right. It just simply bothers me. I usually don’t say anything though. Behind the scenes though, I do. Don’t get me wrong now. I say good things. I tell all my friends and teachers how more talented he is than me in all these subjects. I just admit it, but sometimes that bang of miserable and depression comes back visiting. I wonder how other siblings are like for everyone out there...