I was born in an island of Puerto Rico in 2000 and I was raised to be myself from choosing my own place in the city and where I am now it was like looking at a big tree and counting all the rings on the inside. I don't know how much I love my family but if there was a way to put it in a truck there would be at least a full truck of it. I was the daughter of two of the parents my mother was Maria and my father was Adam to this day there is not a day that goes by when I don't miss them. I don't know how it happened but when I was six an officer came to my door and said to my father that my mom died on the front lines. I didn't know what it meant but I do now she died serving our country and I did nothing to stop it how could I do anything I was just six year old little girl Born in the islands. As I got older I started to study more and more my dad was so proud of me and I was just a little girl in the world where I was just another fly on the wall. I never believed in fate but I was just living my life sure my dad was the officer of the department in San Juan and every day he came home to me every step of the way all throughout my life. From the first time I scraped my knee to my first relationship which might I add ended up with my dad who had to but in and get his shot gun involved. But this was the one moment that I wasn't prepared for I had just gotten home from the gymnasium and I was done stretching for dance and I was cooking comfort food because I thought hey why the hell not. Rice red beans and ground meat because it is mine and my papa's favorite but when I was getting the dinner table prepared for the two of us the door bell rang. At first I thought it must be one of my dads friends coming for dinner and I didn't hesitate to walk to the door but I didn't know what was going to happen next. " Hola officer Russo have you come for dinner tonight" I recognized his face but it was filled with an emotion that I had not seen since my mother died. "No no no no no no no no it it can't be No where is my papa Tio WHERE IS HE" I screamed at him and I didn't even know that tears where streaming down my face. He pulled me into a big hug and I stood there and just cried. That was the last day I felt whole in my life I had lost both of my parents and now had to go into the system that was my new hell in life. Over the next couple weeks I had to pick up my life from the sea shells I had collected over the years to my surf board that now had to go into storage because I had to leave my home. I was now going to my new home with my cousin who is more like my big brother his name is Miguel he is my age and we have known each other our whole lives but he lives on the other side of the USA all the way in Chicago. I have only visited Chicago a couple of times to stay with Miguel and my uncle and his relatively new aunt. I don't exactly know why but for some reason she hates me I think it's because Miguel and I have a tradition whenever we get to see each other. We give each other a piece of each others out fits I gave him a blue flower hair pin and he gave me a sea shell necklace. Britney which is my new aunt was only just dating my Tio Ricardo my mamas brother she was visiting Puerto Rico for the first time and Miguel and I we're bouncing off the walls excited to see each other. Miguel had asked my Tio for my hair pin so he could wear it when he saw me and we could switch back and my tia saw the pin and asked what he was doing giving Miguel my hair pin and my Tio was trying to explain it but she was just yelling at him and so Miguel grabbed my pin and ran as fast as he could. Might I just intersect we were both eight years old so he came looking for my papa and I all the while my tia and Tio were chasing him and screaming for him. But he didn't listen and then Miguel saw me and we were back together he was happy to see me but to seconds into his hug Britney grabbed him and yelled at him for having a girl hair pin and running off. I had never seen a woman mad at him before so I grabbed her arm to make her let go of Miguel but she just pushed me down and I of course hit the ground and got a cut on my head from a random person's luggage. I don't remember what happened next but I knew from then that I hated her but not just that my papa and Miguel hated her and so she wasn't aloud to stay at the house but Miguel and Tio were. This ended becoming the great spiral down to my new hell in a concrete jungle known as Chicago. Due to the fact that not one person that was biologically related to me lived on the island I am required to live in Chicago. At least I have my big brother Miguel I missed him it has been nine months since our last encounter but it feels like forever. " Miss Torres are you ready to leave our flight takes off soon" Mr. Yi asked "Oh yeah sorry I'm coming Mr. Yi" by the way my name is Anastasia Luna Torres I am 16 years old and I have never been to a public school.