Juaquin's POV

Today's the day, my family and I are on our way to Florida. But not just Florida, but a cruise that leaves from there. Sadly, we must drive about 12-14-hours' drive in the same car with my family. I have been on four other cruises, yes, but this is going to be one of the largest ships on the sea. I'm not fond of large groups of people. I have never known why. I hate the feeling.

I say goodbye to my darkroom and bring my luggage to the trunk. As I set my black and red suitcase and black duffle bag inside the trunk of the car, noticing that I have forgotten my backpack. I rush back inside to grab it from under my table then rush back outside.

Once outside I see that my parents have started the car and pullout forgetting about me. I'm not even shocked this is regular incurrence. They will notice soon enough. My long brown hair with the tips dyed blue flowing in the gentle calm breeze, but still slightly cold. I should have brought my light jacket even if I didn't need it in Florida. My mistake for wearing a black tank top with dark blue jeans. I wait a few minutes to see the same brown ford park back into the garage. "Get your ass in the car! Why the hell you just standing there like the idiot you are?" I ignore my father and step inside the car.

Conceding that this is going to be where I spend the next few hours. I instead take a plane since I love heights, but then that means we can't drive around Florida. Plus having to take a cab every time we want to go somewhere. The first thing I do it take out my phone and power on my Bluetooth headphone, not even caring if we started moving or not. Once I'm into the music I start to tune everything about the outside world out.

"Juaquin!! Take off the damn headphones." Why must parents ruin what good things that are in life? "Yes, mother. What is it that you need now?" I know having an attitude now will dig me a deeper grave, but she is just so damn annoying. "Don't you take that tone with me. I carried you for nine fucking months. Show me the respect I deserve."

That's where I lost it.  "You think you deserve my respect. Isn't respect mutual? Then where is mine? I must deal with your fat ass mouth, and I'm already depressed enough without your extra crap." I finished with my breath becoming labored. The car became silent, and you could hear a pin drop in this type of silence.

I was too angry even to care. I put my headphones back on and blast them. Drowning in my over depressing music. I turn my gaze toward the tinted window. The endless horizon was catching my attention. It's where the ocean meets the sky and where the sun says goodbye.

I was brought out of the daydream from an alert on my phone. Picking it up is see that my brother texted me if I'm OK? What does he think? I just had that outburst for the fun of it. Sometimes I wonder if a person is that oblivion.

I text back.
                                                 I'm fine. Just don't feel like going anymore. You know?: Myself

Little brother: Its ok mom just dont got no filter
                                                                            That's what hurts though. You wouldn't understand: Myself.

Little brother: Try me I'm only a little younger than u
                                                                                                             But that still makes me older. Haha: Myself.

I have been told that I have a weird way of texting since I make complete sentences. And don't try to use any slang or anything. Giving my brother one last to see his green eyes glossed over with happiness. I never want to look at that look leave his face. He doesn't need to turn out like me.

Turning off my phone with a smile just as the song switches to one of my favorites Unbreakable by Faydee and Miracle. It just explains my life and gives me the strength to hold to it when sometimes I want it to end. Bring my attention to the strange noise coming from the front seat.

Taking off one side of my headphones to my mother yelling a string of profanity. What pissed her off again? My mother's dark brown hair was in a bun when we left but now was entirely out. She is wearing a ton of makeup, over dramatic if you ask me.

Somehow, the man who gave his sperm to my mother loves it and calls her "beautiful" for it. Love must be making him blind to the point where a blobfish would look beautiful. Speaking of fish, I'm kind of hungry, but asking my parents is out of the question.

They put me on a strict diet. Saying I'm too fat and need to wear more clothes to cover up my shameful body. Looking down at my backpack remembering my bag of chips I stuffed inside during my rush of packing. Leaning down to unzip my pack only to be interrupted by being smacked in the face by my mother's chair.

"Didn't we put you on a diet? Why do I hear a bag of chips? Huh?" how could she hear me? I didn't even touch the bag yet. I conceded just to shut up knowing I was going to be in more trouble if I talked back.Turn my attention to the bird outside my window. Watching as I wish to have the freedom to fly away from reality. Apart from hell, I call my life.

First chapter. How did you think it turned out?