Silence. That was all there was until a heavy slap landed on my left cheek.
Damn. I tasted my own tears.
My name is Annie. I am fifteen years old. I was slapped this afternoon because I went for a skating class with my brother's skateboard.
I love skating, driving, riding, drawing, and many other things you will learn about as you read my story. But my father believes a girl should only learn how to be a wife and a mother.
I feel safe watching my three brothers do whatever they like while I sit in the corner, staring at them with longing eyes.
My first brother, George, is proud and full of himself. He is my father's pride, so he acts like he is better than everyone else.
My second brother, Brandon, is easy going and fun to be around. If you look closely, he is better than George in many ways but we pretend not to notice so we don't anger George or end up on Dad's bad side.
My third brother Brian, is quiet and keeps to himself. He is my favorite because he always covers for me. He was out of town today, or I wouldn't have received that slap.
I am the last child and the only daughter. You might think that would make me special, but instead it makes me lonely.