7 years ago....

　　I dread going back home after school every day, I flinch whenever the closing bell rings and that's not the worst, weekend when I have to stay at home is more dreading. Today is Friday I stand at the left side of the hall and wait for my little sister Emily to come out, I don't know why my mom choses names that ends with ly... I guess she loves herself so much she must want her two children to bear names like hers. My mom's name is Delly.

　　' hey Molly' my little sister scream down the hall, it's a blessing we are both from the same father. I think my father should have had more money and maybe my mother liked him a lot because Mom never stays with a particular man for more than one year but for her to have two children from the same person that should have taken her at least three to four years of staying with him even though I don't know him completely just vague memories of him. I turned 16 today, Emily is 12 and in her 7th grade and I am in my Junior.

　　"Hey baby girl, how are you?"

　　"Common Molly stop calling me that" she complained.

　　   "You are my baby sis...of course I  need to call you baby names"

　　"With just four years Molly!! That's just a little gap"

　　    "Fine,fine" I said

　　" I'll stop calling you baby girl,how about sweet pea, little bunny, cupcake, Emi - pie...."

　　' ugh....stick to the first please '.

　　We laughed as we walked the twenty minutes journey to our house, which has never felt like a home to us. We had moved from Rochester and now reside in New York. Call the big cities with clients that's where Mom loves. This is the sixth city we have moved on to. Where I come from is still a puzzle to me, mom has refused to tell us about our father,she insist we should be content with her maiden name  and town,well I think Molly Chris is not such a bad name even though I never knew I would grow to resent the name and it's bearer sooner. I turned to my sister " hey baby girl"

　　" Yes?" She turned her big blue catty eyes on me and flipped her bouncy blonde curls out of her face, whoever sees us would think we are twins except from our hair, where has is blonde mine is midnight black, and the fact she's smaller and I have the big baby boobs and ass,I hope they never get bigger...like seriously.

　　" When we get to the house,go straight to your room, if mom has a visitor I'll bring dinner to your room".

　　    "Ok Molly"

　　Recently mom's visitors are becoming irritating with their flashy and arrogant attitudes. I hate the stares I get from them sometimes but Mom never cares.