If sadness had a form, it would look like me. Locked up in a cold, dark room with no furniture and only one small window. Having my step mom and twin sister bring me my food three times a day. When I try to escape my prison, they punish me by not feeding me. I'm trapped forever in this hell. It feels like I'm chained up and when I try to scream for help my mouth is covered with a piece of cloth. I'm sure Maria, my step mom, is enjoying the hell out of this. Carmen, my twin, however I'm not so sure. Why am I locked up in this prison, you ask? Here's my story:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Langley. But we cannot have a girl like Alex in this school. She is just too violent. Sending a boy to the emergency room! It makes me question how you raise her." The principle of my elementary school told my dad. He sighed and wiped sweat off his forehead. "I can assure you, Maria and I do not teach her to be like this. How she can even be this mean is beyond me." He tried to convince the old fart to let me stay, but it wouldn't work. I've gone too far this time.

I, Alex, crossed my arms over my chest and glared out the window. A few kids playing with a kickball noticed me and ran away, looking terrified. Let them run. It didn't matter, I was out of here soon, anyway. After what felt like hours, dad and I finally went home. We didn't say a single word to each other until we got home. "What were you thinking? What was going through your head that makes you think hurting people was okay?" He said harshly after we parked the car in the driveway.

I slammed the door shut and stomped to the house. "Do not ignore me, young lady! I am your father and you will answer me!" Unable to stop my anger, I turned back to him and yelled, "I don't have to answer to anybody, you old fart!" Seeing his mad face scared me a little and I ran straight inside. "Alex! What happened? You look upset." Carmen said when I came into our room. Falling face first on my bed, I screamed, "None of your business! Leave me alone!" I heard her start to cry and run out of the room. "That's right, run. Run just like everyone else!" I yelled, not caring if anyone heard or not.

That was just the beginning of the out of control fire. Dad and Maria began home schooling me while Carmen was free to go to public school. I thought this was unfair. "You must love little-miss-sun-shine more, don't you?!" "This has nothing to do with who we love more! It's about you and your strange glee of hurting people!" "What you think I enjoy that? That shows how little you know me!" Soon they just stopped trying. They acted as if I wasn't even there. Even goodie-two-shoes Carmen ignored me.