The Pursuit of Knowledge

I sat down and looked around at the people around the kitchen. I should like the people around me. They were my family, and I had to just take a deep breath. I had to keep my mind clear. They were stranger in many senses, and it could start from one person I thought I looked over and glance at him. My father and I thought about laughing. I got up and looked around, and picked up a soda for my father and brother. I did try to look at him. I could feel my heart stop as he gave me a look as I went into the kitchen to help out my mom in the kitchen. We are a very traditional family where my father believed that a woman's place is in a kitchen. So, I went into a kitchen and could feel my mother's eyes on me, and she shook her head. She knows my personality. That I was very much a hard head and if I opened my mouth. My father and I were going to get into so many fights. I looked over things and started to help my mother. We got food ready, and I placed the food aways when they finally started to eat the food pollo de cream or known in English Chicken which cream souse. I sighed, and I tried to make sure that my face did not show any emotions. It seems to work so, we ate, and I just kept my mouth closed as my father kept speaking. 

It just one more day, I thought to myself. That thought was the only thing that I could think about so that I did not put my foot in my mouth. It felt like forever as I waited. I mean, I ate along with my family, and it was over. My three brothers got up and just left my mom and me to clean the kitchen. I signed inside because if I were to do it right now, my dad would start up a hell-storms. I was not going to provide the chance to be able to say anything about this. Today was going to be my last day in this place, and while I a part of myself hate myself for the fact that I was going to leave my younger brother here in this hell hole. At the same time, I know that I need to get away from this hell hole. I looked at my mother, and she gave me a soft smile and shook her head. 

"You are going to your school," my mom said and gave me a look. I nodded while my mother and I disagreed about wanting to move away from the family. She saw that I loved the Science field and that I would do everything to become a doctor. 

"Yes," I answered, and she nodded at me. 

"Mi hija," she started, and I just stopped her by giving her a look. 

"Mom," I looked around just to make sure that everyone is not looking at me. Still, I know that the boys, even my stinky butthole that I know as my father, would never step into the kitchen without having something to eat. 

"I know you Mom," I gave her a look, and she looked at me.

"Mom, I will be writing you a letter, but I don't want him to find me," I looked over, and she gave me a look. For her, I was her sunshine, and I was telling her that I was cutting her off. She even hated that I did not want to behave on a fifteen-year birthday because I would rather spend the time working.

"So, I am just going to write to you," I said, and she nodded. I spent the rest of the night getter ready for bed and left the living room as the rest of my family watched Spanish drama shows. I brushed my teeth and went to be like normal, and then I just laid in bed and waited. By 2am I know they were finally asleep. I got up, took out my suitcase and got changed and started up my car, a red truck. I started my vehicle as I locked the door. I did even turned, but I could hear the door just slam open. I did turn; I just went over and started to drive. I just ignored the yelling and started up the truck. I was getting out of here. I just kept on moving when I heard the gun, but I did not stop. I know he did have the ball to shot me. He was doing it to scare me. I kept the driving throughout the night. I only stopped to get gas and drink coffee or energy drinks. When I made it my first stop to one of my first friends. 

I can to the house and parked, and I got out, and two young guys came over as I stepped out of and found myself being hugged by two gay men. 

"Olivia," they said and then just stared at me and let me go for a pretty tight hug. 

"You don't look like what we thought we looked like," a red hair man said and gave me a look over. 

"I know, but my dad has never let me have any pants," I said in between laughed as I started to cry on their shoulder. 

"Come on, baby girl, let get you inside. You have been driving all night," they said, and I nodded. I went into the home and took a shower, and then I fall asleep in a matter of minutes, but it just flew t like a second. I was going to sell my truck they were going to get me on a train. Then I was on campus, and I would start my college class, and then I would be one step closer to becoming the one thing that I have always wanted to be, which was to become a doctor. I would be the first doctor in my family, and it is not going to matter what my father thought where a woman's place would be. I woke up and went into the kitchen and found myself be started by my two best friends. 

"So, I guess this is going to be it," I said as I sat down with them to eat breakfast, which was just cereal, which was great for me because I was too tired to even think about helping cook something. Still, everything was just too quiet, and I don't have an idea if it has to do with the fact that I was had to spend most of my life with four other siblings. So, I looked at them and found myself looking at me with this strange look. 

"Gentlemen, what is going on," I said and gave them a strange look. 

"Look, Olivia," Jonathan spoke after a moment of silence as I enjoyed my chocolate cereal, and he was ruining it for me with that look on his face. I did not get to eat cereal in my home because it cost too much money. Also, cereals are not a healthy breakfast. They spoke to me, and I need to pay attention, so I looked up at them. 

"Look, I know you said that your father forces you to deal traditional," Jonathan went on as he made sure that I was hearing them. 

"Yep, all my clothing are traditional feminine clothing," I went on and gave them a look and just waited for them to answer. 

"So, we were the thing that," I turned them from Jonathan and his stupid red hair to Erin how was speaking to me when I started to have a feeling these two were looking at me. I was not like the idea of having people looking at me at all. 

"What are you two think about," I said, giving them both a look. 

"Makeover," then they both said, and I just gave them both a look. I could see how they were both looking at me, the strange glee in their eyes, and I know that I would not like what they had planned out. 

"Nope," I said as I got up and put my dish in the sink, and started to wash my dishes. 

"Come on, it a new started. You are making a new life for yourself," Jonathan started. I just started him hoped that face would convey that I thought this was a terrible idea and that I did want anything to do with this. 

"Come one, you can get new clothing," Jonathan satiated, which I intruded.

"With what money I have enough for the started of school and for my dorm room, but I still have to pay for food books," I answered, and they gave me a look. 

"Were buy you tuck use the money," Erin instated, and again I just give them a. 

"And why did I give you my truck? Because I don't want my dad to try to find me with the truck", I told them, and they just gave me a look. 

"Come on, you know that you did not like the way you look," Erin spoke at him, and I found myself looking at his blue eyes. 

"I like not to show that much skin," I started, and they just gave me. 

"Sweetheart," Erins spoke as he picked up my hand. 

"Guys, really is fine. I like the dresses in skirt and dress," I said and gave them a look as they gave me a complete look over. 

"I just did like the fact that my dad was a complete control freak," I added, and he nodded. So, that was how my first and last day with my two friends went. We signed the paperwork for the truck they dropped me at the train stain. They waited as I got my ticket and when my train gave in. They gave me a hug so tight. This was the second time I got to hug a guy, and it was a lot for me as I held on to them. 

"Make sure that you call us," Erin went on, and Jonathan nodded as he gave a stern look. 

"Have fun. School is not just for you to get a career. It about learning more about yourself and growing as a person," Jonathan added, and I agree. They gave me another hug as they lead me to my train. I got to my set and looked at them, and they started there as the train was getting out, and my guest kept waving at them right intel the moment that I could no longer see them. I took and deep breath and tried to not cry. I was scared and excited I would make a name for myself, which was not counted to my father or family. I would make a career and be educated, and no one would take that away from me. I want to say that I was brave and did end up crying, but I did. I was scared, and at the time, I felt so little, and then everything I was doing was wrong. Now, in the future, I wish I could tell that young version that everything was going t be O.K. That sure thing was going too hard, and class and tests would be challenging, but that I would find a family that would teach me how to love myself.