• January 3rd 2013

    The past twenty four hours have completely changed my perspective on my life. For so many years I was expected to be the genius child of famous researchers, Harvey and Ashlyn Thompson. I did what was told, and got the best grades in all my classes. Yet I could not help but feel trapped, like I was surround on all sides. Now at sixteen years old, I'm already so far ahead that I'll be off to college by the end of the school year. So I wanted to make the most of this year by doing for myself. I asked my father to let me join the high school soccer team.
    "No," was his answer. I should not be thinking of doing anything else but studying he said. This was the point I felt constricted, like I was a puppet of my parents wishes. I had never realized how controlled I was until I wanted to do something for myself. However, I decided to go against my father's decision and signed up. It did not go over with him so well.
    It was the first day of school since winter break, so I decided today was a good day for change. After my final class ended, I quickly gathered my books and raced down to the gym. There was a bulletin board were the sign up sheet was posted for Indoor Girls Soccer. I signed my name and head outside to the buses.
    As I walked towards the bus I noticed this man looking at me from outside the school grounds. It was a very cold day, he was wearing a long black business looking trench coat and a black scarf around his neck. He looked to be in his mid twenties and had fair long blond hair. For some reason he was smiling at me. I guess most teen girls this situation would feel a bit unease, but yet the smile seemed familiar.
    When I got home I did my homework and other daily chores, eagerly awaiting my parents. When we all that down for dinner I decided now would be best chance to tell them. "Mom, Dad,...I'm trying out for the Winter Soccer team," I said. Their reactions were far too extreme for what I expected. My father started to yell at me and called me "An ungrateful brat." Normal I would never argue back, I was always passive. Today I felt a strong feeling rage and started yell back at him. I said I was fed up with being controlled and never allowed to do anything. The shouting continued until I decided I had enough and ran out the front door.
    I ran in to the cold snowy night with no idea where I was going and tears filling my eyes. I ran and ran, until I collapsed from exhaustion in to the snow. I did not know where I was but I knew I was alone. I was still crying and I was tired from the cold and running. I felt like this the end, I could not move and no one was around to help me. My life felt meaning less like I never accomplished anything.
    Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard the sound of snow crunching under someone's footsteps. I felt a warm jacket fall on me, and someone's voice said "You left sooner than I did, I guess they have not change." I felt my body being lift off the ground and carried, I tried to see who it was that was carrying me, but the tears had blinded my eyes.
    I felt the man lay me down on the front seat of a car, the car was nice an warm. He shut the door and walked over to the driver side door, my eyes were starting to clear. "Damn, it's cold out. You're luck I found you," he said as he entered the car and shut the door. "Who are you?" I asked him. He looked over at me, I could tell now who he was. He was the same man from earlier, the man who watched me leave school.
    "That's a strange question to ask your brother, but then again I'm sure they told you that you never had a brother," he replied. My brother!? He was right that my parents said I never had a brother, and I was their only child. And yet I had a hard time believing that, because of a memory when I was six.
    I remember waking up and hearing shouting noises from downstairs, I walked downstairs to investigate. I peered through the door leading to the stairs and saw mother and father yelling at someone. I never knew before who that person was, but I felt that I knew him before. I was never good at remembering my childhood, I was to busy focusing on studies.
    "Brother?" I said softly as the car started to drive. He quick glanced at me, "you might not remember me." He looked back to the road, "I ran away when you were only six, so you might have a hard time remembering." My eye lids felt heavy and my vision started to get blurry. I suddenly found myself on the edge of sleep, but I could not fight it. "Brother ?"