Instinct

Thoughts

Chapter 3

Bree messed with her blonde hair all the way to school. Twisting, then untwisting, putting it up and then leaving it down. She wasn't nervous, she was excited. It was her senior year and more importantly her last year at that hell hole. Soon, she'd be traveling the world, forever young. Paris, London. It'll be the life.

But first she had to survive this school year. All Bree wanted was to be free. From school. From her brother. From this life, this long mundane life, she thought. She turned towards her brother. He was calmly driving the car with his eyes intent on the road. She had wanted to drive, but he didn't trust her with automobiles. He didn't even trust her with a spoon. He opened his window and his brown hair was flowing in the wind.

By first look, you couldn't tell we were twins. When I had first told my best friend, Liliila, she wouldn't believe me until I showed her a birth certificate. Riley had green eyes and soft brown hair. I had blue eyes and blond hair. However, we both had the same shaped nose and round face. I hate how everyone seemed to like and look up to Riley, at home and in school. Like he was the goddamn messiah. I mean, they guys not THAT perfect.

"He so is." Liliila had once said.

"How can you say that? Your supposed to be on my side."

"Sorry, but your brothers kinda cute. And smart. And funny..." She looked away dreamily. And that's when I lost her.

"Would you mind if I turned down the radio?" Riley asked. The perfect gentlemen. Of course.

"Sure thing smartass, if the radio is a little bit too basic for you." I stretched out my legs. Riley gave me a look.

"You know, I would tolerate you more as a sister, if you were a little bit less of a bitch."

"Ouch. That hurt. Does mommy and daddy dearest know you use such foul language?" I teased. Riley growled. He hates it when I tease him about them. He had a ton of respect for them.

"Calm down bro."

"Whatever," he replied, "I wish you'd treat them better. I mean, they are our parents you know."

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever."

"There is no need for the sarcasm, Bree. They love us." I didn't want to hear this. I've heard it plenty of times before.

"You know. You don't have to be such a goody goody all the time. It's ok to not want to respect people."

"I don't respect you."

"That's a start." Riley laughed.

"And for your information, I respect them because their good people who took us in when we were born. They didn't have to do that."

"Grow up Riley. What story have you read where the family turns the crying baby on the porch away?"

"None, but that's not the point."

"Then what is the point? That we should be forever grateful to then. Get on our hands and knees repaying them? We don't owe them anything."

"Except our lives." And that was the end of that conversation.

For now.