If I were to say this was the beginning I'd be lying. Because clearly I am not beginning at the beginning, I am beginning when it all started. When it all started happening. When it all came together. When new emotions arose and new feelings and affections were directed towards other people. And then we tend to call that the beginning.

"You hurt her! Get out, now" I yelled as loudly as I could with both anger and sadness flaming out of my voice.

"It wasn't me, I swear," he spoke softly.

"How could you be so inconsiderate! I said get out! Get. Out. Now," I said with as much poison as I could.

"I'm sorry, okay!? I'll leave!" he got up and grabbed his coat that was hanging on a tall brown coat hanger. He walked out of the door lightly as if nothing mattered and that hadn't just happened.

I turned to Victoria and checked her expression to see if she was okay. I grabbed her hand and patted the back of it caringly. "It's okay," I said quietly. Victoria brushed tears from her eyes and got up. She patted down her dress to make it look neater. She quietly ran upstairs and slammed her door. I looked at the rest of my friends that were so close to me I could almost call them family. I starred at every ones expression and saw how different each one was from one another. Sadness, pity, anger, and disappointment.

I looked down at the floor ashamed for what I have just done. Yelled at him, even though we had just met minutes before. It's funny how I knew so much about him even though I never had seem him once in my life. I'm so young and expected to be so responsible for the whole clan. The clan containing everyone I love and feel so close to. And when he tried to get in all I did was yell at him because of the information I have grasped only the day before. I knew Victoria would soon forgive him because she's so kind and gentle, but I'm afraid I never will.

Everyone was starring at me expecting me to speak and explain. I closed my eyes for a few seconds to think.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly. I ran my hands through my long black hair and got up quickly. I walked slowly upstairs wishing to apologize to Victoria. I repeated my apology a few times in my head and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again, and again... no answer. I gave up and walked to the end of the hall where my large room is. I slowly stepped inside expecting something more than silence.

I was mad with myself now for being so careless. I slammed closed the door and locked it. I crawled onto my bed and put my knees up hugging them. I buried my face into my knees and closed my eyes tightly, trying my hardest either not to cry or yell out something out of rage.

I looked up after a few minutes and grabbed the book nearest to me. I opened it and began to read. I needed to set myself free for a few minutes. Or hopefully hours, but I knew that wasn't possible I have people to look after. I only started reading page one when I heard a gentle knock. I really had no point to interview anymore people. Or even look at another person for much more time. But of course, I had to. I slowly got up and opened the door. It was Janette and a young man that seemed to be my age, 16.

I nodded at Janette in thankfulness and a sign that meant she could be excused. I lead the man into a room next to mine that only contained a few chairs and a desk. He sat at the chair and I sat at mine. The interview is now beginning.