927 Miles

Chapter 1

"How can you trust him," says Mother. "why would he love a girl he'll never see?" Tears roll down my face. I think, shut up Mother you don't know him. The best way to begin this is to go back to the beginning.

Juliette Ellis Russell is my name. October 20th is my birth Everything was calmer when I was 17, then again that was until I met the most absolutely, positively, most divine heart-stopper in the world! Stepphano Rodriguez. Who knew that someone could be as dorky as me. Just thinking about him would make me smile as if he were here. I put down the pencil in my diary, and close my eyes. "Why can't you  close my love?" I look over to our first picture together. We were at Parc Guell looking down over the city of Barcelona. He was nervous because the night was already ruined...So he thought.

"Why are you looking at that stupid picture of you and that guy?" Libby asked. She was my annoying little sister. "You guys only met once and you're in love! You're pathetic."

"Why don't your mouth brat? Like you know what true love is?"

"I know you don't get it from meeting a guy one time. Make me shut my mouth. You're always crying over a boy when will this one end?" I climb over my bed and push her into the wall. "Shut your mouth, Libby. You'll never understand love at first sight." At least I'm not crazy. Good luck keeping a man sister, " she said making hand-crying gestures. I became so mad I smacked her across the face. She seemed shocked by my reaction. Removed her fair from her face and grabbed my hair slamming me into the door. I wrap my arms around her legs like a snake wrapping around its prey. It was on like Monday Night Wrestling.

"Momma, momma, Lib and Jul fight, " I hear my mental brother Robby yelling. My mom comes rushing in to pull up apart. "Stop it you two. Will you stop!" I pull myself together and fix my shirt that was hanging off of me. "Why are you two fighting," she yells at us.

"I did nothing to her mom. I just asked her for the hair straightener," Libby said trying to be innocent.

"Mom, she's lying," I blurted out. "Both of you guys go to your room until your father gets home."

"Why don't you ever trust me! I hate you all! I can't wait to move out!" After I said that I didn't realize Robby was peeking around the corner until he flew past me crying. "Robby I didn't mean you." I frankly stated. He slams the door to his room and locks himself inside. I go back to my room and slam the door behind me. I hear my mom in the background praying, "Lord what am I going to do about her," and her footsteps fading. I grab my diary and begin to vigorously write.

Libby's a stupid fucking liar! Who knew I could hate someone so much and mom thinks I'm the one that needs help. I feel bad for Robby. We were so close being twins and all, but I didn't suffer from brain damage. It sucks that our 18th birthday is coming up and his mentality level is of a 5 year old. I hate seeing my brother cry.... I started crying and kick my diary and pen off my bed. I just think about my twin and how I hurt him. Soon I started to doze off.