Author Notes: Based on the given facts within this autobiography, these events and accounts are true. The characters: David Claycomb, Allen Claycomb, Sandra Claycomb, and Myong Claycomb are real people. All characters are not to be used. A Jaguar's Past 2 "Sibling Rivalry" is copyright 2000-2001 to Cornerian Intelligence 2.0.

Chapter 1

"I didn't understand many things when I was a child, but when I reminisce the past, all elements become clear."
-David R Young Claycomb, The Author

It started as an average day. Morning sun blazing through my window shades, birds chirping, and cars passing by. What I didn't expect to hear this morning was, that my mother was leaving on a trip to Korea, to a city named Seoul . My brother and sister were shocked on hearing the news, but in the back of their minds it simple meant a wonderful house party!

My mother was fairly short, roughly at the height of 5'5", weighing at 120 lbs. Myong was her wonderful, foreign name. I loved her like she was one of my most precious items. When she glared at me with her scary brown eyes when I would get into trouble, it instantly sent chills through this skinny body. I always had some kind of grudge against my mother, mainly because she always nagged and bitched about everything that don't go her way. At times, she found herself yelling at me at the top of her lungs. In return, I thought it was funny deep down inside, I just didn't realize what the moral of the story was until that cold; leather belt flogs across my behind. Tears were to my eyes, frantic of what's happening to me, this new sensational pain that was so unwelcome. The marks would show, vivid red if it weren't the belt, but with her own warm palms. Mother was nice and caring, but too protective.

My older brother Allen, fifteen, tall, dark skinned male. Even his brown eyes were showing complete loneliness. Being born second, he lack the apparent attention that my sister and I were given quite often. Allen was mostly quiet and kept to himself unless provoked into doing something for fun. He collected baseball cards every chance given to him. He sometimes even blackmailed my sister, when she was caught doing something wrong by him. As for payment to survive another harmful whipping, she had to fetch him some more baseball cards. Overall, by Allen's expression that was dull all the time, I could tell he would crack sooner or later, possibly physically.

Finally, my sister Sandra, the oldest of all in this small family, she made up the word procrastinator! My sister was so beautiful, a cornflake, and very seductive. She could trick anyone into a compromise, a special pact. She was the mastermind behind all trouble brought up in this family. She ruins her own name by the things she did in the past. The most stupidest thing that I can recollect is when she stolen our mother's car and had it ran out of gas on a street corner, all the way downtown! She at times even thought about running away from sweet home. Sandra was a pure rogue and I blame her for causing our beloved mother all of her troubles and worries today. The black sheep of the family!

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My mother walked about in our fairly small kitchen, preparing breakfast. She didn't expect me up so early before everyone, but what can I say? A child wakes up at any time. She turned to me, somewhat an startled expression ruined her face.

"Hey boy, don't sneak up on your mother like that!" she said while splintering some eggs and pouring the yoke into a bowl. "Now, sit at the table and get ready to eat."

I approached the round table and studied the room carefully. It was bitterly warm, in midsummer. I sat patiently, watching my mother slide some eggs, bacon, toasted bread, and a small glass of orange juice. The meal was exceptionally good, but for my tastes, I was greedy for fast-food. I scuffled my breakfast down as my brother and sister just walked into the room.

"Mama, what are you cooking this morning?" asked my brother, saving my sister's breath from questioning the same.

Before my mother could reply, I already opened my muzzle to show them the meal, the dissolved, grotesque mixture of contents, "Ahhhhh."

They gave me a disgusting look as they found themselves a chair. My mother finally finished two more plates and served them. She looked weary and sad this morning for some reason. I started to worry for her, unaware what my mother would announce next. Instead, she went over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of orange juice and sighs.

"Hey Sis, what are you doing today?" Allen questioned, sipping from his juice first. The messy hair girl looked up and smiled, such an evil one, "Not sure, I guess I may go outside and hang out with some friends. How 'bout you?"

Allen was unsure, but he simply nodded, "Probably the same, but who's gonna watch this bad ass child named Youngha?"

I narrowed my eyes at my brother and then my sister let out a laughter to cheer up the building sorrow within the room. My mother came toward the table and sat her glass down.

"No, you two are gonna stay home today and for the remaining weekend! I have to go out of town to see a friend. I want you two to watch your little brother and make sure he doesn't get into any trouble."

Sandra immediately protested, "C'mon mom, I'm tired of watching him, let Allen do it for a change?"

Allen immediately glared at her, "No way, you do it, he calls you mama sometimes," he bust out with laughter.

I gave a smile at my sister, who just looked at me with such disgust. Mom just pointed at Sandra and then my sister held her head, her long brown hair resting against her broad shoulders.

"Alright, I'm watch him, but this is the last time mom!"

Mom reached over to me and rubbed my thick black hair. I felt relieved that the matter was settled, cause I didn't wanna be left alone at all. I had a lot of fears, but being alone was one of them. As I thought over the situation, fear rushed over me.

Chapter 2

"Watching my surroundings at night were exciting, mainly because I didn't understand a thing about them."
-David R Young Claycomb, The Author

Rushing into her room, my mother gather her belongings, placing an abundance of clothing into a black suitcase. Watching my mom move around so quickly made me kinda dizzy, so I rested my eyes by concentrating on the white painted walls in the corridor. After a few minutes, my brother passed me by, punching my shoulder, followed by a reassuring wink. I pondered over why he done so, but I just knew it had to mean something good. I rubbed my shoulder and cautiously entered my mother's room.

It had a distinct smell to it, a pleasurable odor. Every time I sniffed in the fragrance, I knew I was home. A safe place from which no harm can come to me by strangers. I once inhaled the same odor that attached itself to my mom's clothing such as her jackets, shirts, pants, and other materials. Each item reminded me of her presence, I never felt alone. I came to attention when she came toward me.

"Now look Youngha, you be good for your brother and sister. Mommy is going away for a few days, so you be careful and remember to stick with your brother and sister?"

"Yes mama, I will," I replied, hoping she would say she wasn't going away from me.

She walked passed me and I went into pursuit. She came to the door were Allen and Sandra greeted her.

"Take care mom, we'll look after David really good," my sister assured very positive.

I stomached my sister when she looked down at me with a awful, displeasing grin. Allen just had a grim look, though he finally displayed a smile when mom hugged him good-bye.

"Alright you two, no company over, and no going outside! I mean it now! If I return home and its a complete wreck, I'll beat the fraud out of you," Mom warned, giving her usual serious look.

"Sure thing mom, no company, roger!" Allen and Sandra together said, obviously hoping mom would buy the lie.

Mother nodded and proceeded out of the door, "Now, lock this door, all of the locks."

Shutting the door behind her, Sandra locked the top bolt and the small twisting tab on the bottom door knob. Suddenly, we all heard mom's car start and slowly pull out of the driveway. To make sure mom was at least out of sight, Sandra peered outside from the window blinds.

After the car was out of sight, they gave each other a victory clap and started to cheer. Sandra and Allen begun their evening plan by brainstorming the whole ordeal while I watch with curiosity.

"ALRIGHT ALLEN, I'LL CALL UP ALL OF MY FRIENDS AND GET'EM TO COME OVER HERE TONIGHT!" Sandra yelled out loud, so excited.

"OKAY, I'LL GET SOME THINGS TOGETHER AS WELL." Allen rest his case and proceeded to his room.

Sandra went toward the nearest phone by the kitchen and made her calls. While those two were busy, I went into the second living room, which had a bed to rest on. After hearing countless chattering, my eyes grow heavily. Soon, I fell asleep and left the real world and entered a fantasy.

I later awoken to a sound of a door bell. I at first hesitated to open my eyes, every object materializing as a blur. Wiping the dried tears from my eyes, I slowly sat up and glanced at the random visitors entering in from the back door. One by one, I glanced at a variety of people. All of whom seemed to be potential strangers and a threat to me. I went on alert and quickly dove off the bed and approached my sister with an raised eyebrow.

"Sandra? Who are all these people? Where they come from?"

She just placed the side of her paw against my face and smiled, "They are friends of Allen's and mine. You just stick with us and if you need anything, just ask."

I made a displeasing gesture to her, replaying our mother's rules before she left home, "I thought mom said no friends over?"

"Boy?!" she yanked me by my shirt collar, nearly ripping it, "Don't say a word to mom when she gets back! If you do, you're asking for trouble. Why don't you go to bed, it's near your bedtime anyway?"

"I'm not tired, I done did my nap," holding her hand, signaling her to release me.

She pulled back as Allen came into the kitchen. Being the dark person he is, it were more of a shadow with glowing eyes. He went around us and entered the corridor. Coming back into the kitchen, he reveal his boom box to his buds that occupied the living room which I had slept in. Most of the majority of guests were hanging around the chimney, bed, and near the entrance to the kitchen.

I didn't really recognize but a few of my bro and sis's guests, but I always learn within the back of my mind that I couldn't all the way trust them when put into their hands. Instead, I realized I'd stayed in the same room as them strangers. While the loud music thundered, people started shouting out, laughing while the party urged onward through the night.

Being the youngest of all person in the room, everyone just slowly started at me while talking to their friends. Some of my sis or bro's friends would be polite as to greet me, pat me on the back, give me a kiss on the cheek, over even joke. One joke that I didn't get until a few years down the road was, Hey Allen, I think you're brother's gonna be gay man, at the time if I knew what that meant, I would've taken that as a major insult. As clueless as I am, I just made it simple and smiled back, just letting them know that it would come true to their own beliefs. So many faces and so much noise, I couldn't believe what catastrophe would occur next.

Chapter 3

"All wasn't swell after one little incident, it would change the way relatives acted toward each other."
-David R Young Claycomb, The Author
It was getting really late, the party had somewhat settled down, beginning to become calm. The music continued while most people bobbed their heads like their into some kind of jam; twilight zone. All teenagers and I knew I didn't fit anywhere within the atmosphere. I just gave up trying to understand and went into the kitchen, trying to get by the refrigerator for a coke. As I popped a can open, I noticed someone pointing at me from a distance. They offered me to come over, but I wasn't so sure of the outcome and the expectations.

Without hesitating I walked over, hoping my sister or brother were nearby to keep their eyes on my back. Getting closer to this suspicious looking guy, he grabbed my arm and pulled me over. Making me a seat by pushing one of his buddies away, I sat down beside him, just curious of what he wanted to give advice to. I studied his evil-looking gold eyes, cigarette breath, and terrible groomed hair.

"What's up young one? So what do you think of this party?" he questioned, taking another puff from his cigar butt.

I shrugged and just feared him, making sure not to look into his eyes anymore, "Ohh... it's okay. I don't know anyone though. It's alright I guess."

He let out a small laughter, "It's alright? Nah nah, that's not how you say it. Say, it's great!" he ordered me, pushing against my chest with his fist roughly.

I took that action as a unwelcome threat and stood up. He grasps onto my arm once more, pulling me back toward him, back into the cloud of smoke. I retaliated by pushing him away and looking around urgently for rescue. I finally got free when my sister came by my side, my brother watching from a distance.

"Hey?! Let my little brother go Tim! Can't you see that you're making him nervous?"

I hid behind my sister, slowly backing away. My brother stood up from his chair within the other living room at the other end of the kitchen. My sister begun to raise her voice, making the guy look stupid in front of everyone. Not wanting to her my sister's complaint, he simple played stupid, trying to change the subject.

"Look Sandra, I'm just playing with him. Just asking him a question. I didn't mean nothing by it. It's no big deal girl."

My sister refused to buy it and she did something Allen wouldn't even expected in a life time. She called everyone to leave the house immediately. As everyone looked up disappointed at her, they gathered their stuff, and proceeded outside. Allen quickly got up and stomps toward Sandra, his narrowed eyes burning through her.

"What the hell was that all about!?" he demanded, while she shuts the door after the last visitor.

"Allen!? One of your so-called friends just put his hands on your little brother. I'm just protecting him."

Allen folded his arms and looked at me, unsure whether to be really mad at me or Sandra, "Grrr, man, this is some real bullshit, you know that. Why didn't you come get me, I could've straightened this out. We should've kept this boy in his room!"

Sandra walked into the kitchen, Allen following her from behind. I stood motionless by the kitchen entrance, the carpet lining was the limit between them and me. Sandra stopped midpoint in the kitchen and turned around shocked to what she just heard her brother say in a mumble.

"Man, such a bitch," he mumbled, obviously assuming that he would escape with the comment.

Pissed off of the insult, Sandra approached close and slapped my brother harshly, leaving her hand print. Allen stumbled back a few inches, but once he regained posture, he was raging mad inside. It seemed the whole room just lit up with surprise and severe tension. Without warning, my brother threw the first, heavy punch to my sister's face. She slipped back on her feet and almost took a head-dive into the hard floor. Astonished, she quickly threw a rage of continuous swipes with her fingernails to his face. Allen managed to hold her steady and yanked her by her long hair. Then the real hell exploded, they bald up on the floor, wrestling.

While the fury went on, I broke down to my knees, hoping they wouldn't kill each other. Tears filled both corners of my eyes as I screamed out to them to stop their insane frenzy. Even from the top of my lungs, I meant nothing to this personal battle. I watched helplessly as my brother rolled on top of our sister, pinning her down to the floor, laying countless thrashes to her face. The battle was unlike anything I've seen, cat and dog struggle, a survival of the fittest.

Sandra finally covered her face with one arm and used her other fist to punch Allen's eye, knocking him off temporarily. She then kicked him into the refrigerator, getting the upper hand at last. Before Allen could get another opportunity to start up his fury once more, he was attacked with a fierce bite near his uppermost lip. Blood seeping to the floor, he too were terrified of his own blood as he called it quits.

"All right, STOP!"

The battle had ended at last, leaving my brother bleeding, holding the top portion off to the side of his lip. They just stared at each other for a moment, just amazed of what had just happened. Neither could claim victory, but when I look back to this battle, I would say it was Allen that won.

The End