It has been a while since my sister updated you. I'm now seventeen years old, I have come out to my brother, and sister as gender fluid, they are very understanding, but as you can imagine my mother was not as pleased.
My Francesca is strength, not only physically but also mentally, this allows me to block unwanted thoughts.
I attend the high school that both of my siblings before me attended; I get sent home regularly.
I'm not a bad kid, I promise.
Unfortunately, my mother arrives home shortly after I have. She storms in chucking her bag on the table.
'Good afternoon mother?' I greet her as I do every day.
'You have no idea what my day has been like. I had a terrible day at work, and I come home to find you watching tv, without doing your jobs first.'
My mother kept the cat, that my sister turned to stone. As the only child home, I have to wash the statue.
I get up from where I'm sitting. 'I'll do it now.' I walk over to the cat, picking it up, walking past my mother, and pass the table.
I trip on the corner of a chair, falling onto the statue as it smashes to peices, cutting my hands.
My mother doubles over grabbing her head, as tears roll down her reddening face. 'You idiot!' I sit up, looking at her in shock. She kicks me in my ribs repeatedly.
I look at my mother and realise her knee is slowly turning to stone, I know this is my sister's work.
I pick up a large peice of the broken statue, and thrash it into her knee, using some of my Francesca.
... My mother is fully stone by the time I pack my bags and start to leave.
I reach out to my brother.