My biggest fear: having the same relationship with my little brother as with my older sister. My favorite childhood memory: Early in the morning, freshly returned from the greatest place on earth, Disney World, we would sneak into the kitchen crawling on the floor like tiny ninjas. We weren't looking for cookies or pancakes. The mission was to find Harry Potter candy, a straw bag filled with a child's dreams and nightmares. We saw the target… we grabbed it and continued on our way. Mission complete. Our parents sleep soundly in their beds. Now we could play our favorite but disgusting game. First, we would turn on the TV to watch Spongebob Squarepants. Then we would be given a pillow to rest our heads on while lying on the floor. Then came the fun part of the game. We threw the candy packet on a pillow, closed our eyes and chose a candy to eat, but the candies were called Harry Potter candies for a reason. “Yuck!” It tastes like dirt," I shouted silently. "Because it's a candy that tastes like dirt!" she laughed. We rolled around on the floor laughing. After that, we purposely chose the worst flavors , just to see the reaction on other people's faces, not knowing what time would do to us. The years would come, but our innocence would disappear with time. All I want now is to go back to the times when we. could laugh and laugh for just five minutes without screaming at the top of our lungs for something we had done in our past, the worse the fights got. She's the girl you'd want to party with while I. am the girl you would want to be a lab partner with so I could do all the work She loved going out and partying Yet the only thing that was in the middle of the paper... he looked into the phone More. her eyes stayed glued to the phone, the angrier she looked. She held the phone with an intense look in her eyes. She got into the car but strangely rolled down the window. In an instant, she threw the phone out the window. She locked the doors because she knew my sister would run after them. While my sister mourned her loss, my mother drove the car slowly. I could hear the phone crushing under the pressure of the wheels. It was the first of many silent car rides. Sex, drugs and partying filled his college years. It all happened in front of me, then a seventh grader. What a model. She lived the life of the expected student. All my standards for him have dropped. She was my blood but not my family. I never looked at her the same way again. She's not my sister but just Vianca, a stranger I thought I knew.