"It's a girl!"

July 19, 1989 at exactly eleven o'clock at night, cries sounded from inside a small hospital delivery room. A nurse held the small baby girl, cleaning off the gunk from the birth and letting the man who was the girl's father cut the cord. The baby, just by size alone, was easy to tell that she was under weight. Weighing her, it was confirmed. She was also different from her parents.

Handing the small child wrapped in a pale pink blanket to the mother, the babies cries started to cease in the comfort of her mother's arms. "Oh dear. She's albino," the mother said once the babies eyes opened and blue with red flecks were in them. Her actual eye color would come in later but the red flecks and white fluff of hair made it obvious.

"She'll be different, but I feel she'll do great things," the father said, leaning over his wife's bed and peering down at his child. The child looked back at him, reaching up her tiny hand to grab him. He let the child grab his finger, smiling happily. "What shall we name her?"

"Kristal."

CRASH

"KRISTAL DID IT! KRISTAL DID IT!" two young male voices sounded, followed by stomping feet running.

"DID NOT! Jon did it!" Kristal yelled back, running after the two boys who were trying to push the blame on her for a broken vase.

"Boys! Leave your sister alone!" their mother, Sheryl, snapped as she came out of the kitchen with her hands on her hips. Her hair was long, brunette, and held in a bun. Her eyes were a brown color that held a stern gaze as she stared at her four kids. She knew having this many children around when school was out would be a hassle but she still loved her kids.

Sheryl and her husband, Robert, had six kids. Five boys, and one girl. Their eldest son, Robert Jr., of 16 was out at work and she was glad when he was home that he would help take care of his siblings and keep them under control. They looked up to him more then she or their father.

Her second eldest, Conner, was 14 and he chose to play videogames all day instead of dealing with his siblings. She would put her money on it that he was off in his room with that portal game console that she kept forgetting the name of.

Her third and fourth child, James and Josh, were twins. They could be angels one moment but devils children the next. But they looked out for their two youngest siblings when they were in trouble. The twins were 11 years old.

The fifth son was 7 years old. His name was Jon and was the most trouble of his brothers. He would purposely plan and cause trouble for her. But it didn't stop her from loving him any less.

Then she had her daughter. Kristal was the angel of the bunch but growing up with all brothers, she worried. Kristal had to be tough and play rough when it came to a male dominate family. But her brothers made sure to protect her…sometimes going too far and causing boys her age cry for getting too close to their little sister.

Sheryl may have a big family, big home, and have to cook a meal for a small army; but she wouldn't ever give it up for the whole world. She blinked when she heard a loud thump from the floor above her. Letting out a sigh, she walked back to the kitchen to finish dinner.

Kristal knew that she was tougher than other girls. Of course she knew. She grew up with just boys her whole five years of life so far and many more years to come. Kristal left her brothers to their own disasters; choosing to go outside while there was still light in the sky. She yelled out to her mom then took off from the house. Her home was large, but away from the city in a giant field. The family owned a couple acres of it just so they had enough room to play and grow up.

She kept running and went into the city, heading towards the park. As she got closer, she heard laughing from other kids. Soon enough, before her eyes was a large playground, jungle gym, and more than a dozen kids her age or older. Kids that knew her from school looked at her as she walked up to the jungle gym. They all walked away quickly if they were males, but the females said hi and went back to what they were doing. The boys that knew her brothers did not like being involved with her. She grew used to it sadly.

"Do you wanna play?"

Kristal blinked, looking up at the small bridge on the gym. A small boy smiled down at her, shaggy sandy blonde hair in his face. His green eyes stood out the most from his features. "Well? Do you?" he questioned again, tilting his head to the side.

She smiled up at him, before nodding her head. The two played in the sand box, ran around the jungle gym, and told each other about their family life. She told him that she didn't have any boys as her friend's cause her older brothers would scare them off. He only laughed and thumped his small fist to his chest, saying he would be brave and stand up to her brothers, which caused her to laugh in return.

"Chris! It's time to go sweetie!" a young woman's voice called. The boy she was playing with looked up before standing, dusting the sand off his clothes. "Sounds like I have to go now. Bye bye!" Chris waved and ran off to his mom, disappearing to the parking lot.

"Kristal!" Kristal looked up and towards the park entrance, seeing her brothers James and Josh running towards her. She stood up, and was soon squished in between her two brothers in a hug. "Why did you leave and not tell us?" James whined, pouting at her.

"I wanted to play by myself. I'm a big girl!" She puffed out her chest and cheeks, then started laughing when her brothers laughed at her.

"Mom wants you home so we can eat dinner," Josh stated, grabbing her hand. James grabbed her other free hand and they swung their arms as they walked out of the park, soon starting to run to get home faster so they could eat.

Kristal started a pattern every day during her summer break. She would argue and play with her brothers, and then snuck off without them to play at the park with Chris. And soon enough, the day before her birthday came. She was already rushing to the park to meet up with Chris. Not only did she bring an envelope invitation to her birthday party, but she brought some money for the ice cream man that came by every afternoon.

Sandy blonde hair was soon spotted in her line of vision. Rushing over, she pounced, causing a yell of surprise from the body she tackled. Chris started laughing, soon followed by Kristal. She held out the partly wrinkled invitation. "My birthday is tomorrow! Can you come?"

Chris held up the invitation and pulled her to his mom who was reading a book on a bench nearby. "Mom! Mom!" The woman looked up at her son and smiled at the two kids. "Mom! I got an in..invitation for Kristal's birthday!"

"How nice dear. When is it?"

"Tomorrow!"

Chris's mom grabbed the invitation and looked it over, smiling at the two kids. "Looks like we can make it after church dear. We'll have to go to the toy store before going home and pick up a present."

Music sounded from just outside the park, signaling the ice cream truck was coming. Kristal cheered and ran towards the entrance of the park, being careful as she crossed the road. Chris looked at his mom with a pleading look, which earned him two dollars. Smiling and thanking his mom, he ran for the truck.

SCREECH! CRASH!

Kristal looked at the crash with wide eyes, ice cream dropping to the ground forgotten. Chris's mom came running towards the accident, yelling her sons name with tears rushing down her cheeks. The driver of the car got out, frantic and calling medical emergency. Not even ten minutes later did the sirens of the ambulance sound and drive up.

Cops surrounded the area and parents lead their kids to their cars, trying to find an explanation for what happened. Some parents weren't so shy about it, choosing to say rude words like "This is why you look both ways before crossing the street" or "Bad parenting on the poor kids part."

Kristal was soon engulfed into a hug on either of her side, indicating that James and Josh found her. She was soon picked up by her eldest brother RJ and it was the start of the waterfalls that ran down her cheeks. RJ rubbed a hand on his little sisters back, whispering softly to her to try to calm her down. But she just kept crying, clutching her brothers shirt in her small hands.

Chris didn't live after the crash, and his funeral was the day after her birthday. She didn't have her birthday party, canceling it and chose instead to lay on her bed in her room all day. Her mom knocked on her door and entered. Sitting at the edge of the bed, she pulled Kristal towards her and into her lap, holding the young six year old close.

"Kristal dear. I understand your reasoning for wanting to lay here all day but it's your birthday. Would your friend want you to mope all day because of him?"

"Why did Chris have to get hit though mommy?"

"I don't know baby. I just don't know. But life will take its own course and pulled people out of it at its own choice. We just have to keep moving forward and keep on living."

Kristal listened to her mom's words closely. She didn't understand fully but they still made a deep impact on her, and tears soon rushed down her face. Since that birthday, she demanded her family to call her Kris in memory of her childhood friend.

Seventeen years passed and she was laughing and smiling with her friends and family on her birthday. She grew up a strong young lady. Her white hair was shoulder length, but partly held up in a ponytail at the left side of her head. Her eye color was still red, but vibrant. She was a sister, an aunt, and a godparent.

All but Conner were married. Conner spent most of his time keeping his company in a straight line. He owned a video game company that raked in millions every year. He said that dating and marriage were simply to troublesome and in the way of his success. Her eldest brother, RJ, had three kids of his own after being married for ten years. He worked as a doctor at the hospital in the middle of town.

James and Josh were different than average twins. Instead of being together and working together even after they grew up, they each went their separate ways. James was an actor, and he loved it. Josh was an inventor for a toy company. Kids flocked to him no matter what. But they both got married on the same day, with wives who've been best friends since birth so they all got along with each other old. James had a girl, Josh had a boy. She was James's child's godmother.

Then there was Jon. He was a house husband. His wife was off as a lawyer almost day and night every day of every week. She made more than enough money so he was stuck home taking care of their five month old baby girl.

After the party, she started walking home. Looking up towards the sky during her walk, the full moon gazed back down at her. Grinning, she stopped and kept looking at the large white glow in the sky. "Well Chris. Tonight's basically the seventeenth year of your funeral. Hope all is well where you are. I promised you I would stop talking to you when I turned twenty-one. Well, tonight's that night. Time to say good-bye. But before I forget, you have a little brother now. It took your mom awhile, but she finally got pregnant with her second husband. He should be born in a few months."

She paused, blinking away the tears that gathered in her eyes. Even though it's been seventeen years since that day, it was still the most heart breaking. But she promised herself last year she would stop with all the tears and look at the positive of her birthday, not constantly be reminded of her first friends death.

"Good-bye Chris. Keep watching over me and when your little brother is born, go watch him."

With that, she kept walking, soon ending up at her own apartment and going to sleep.