Chapter 2
"Aribella put your napkin in your lap," my father corrected yet another thing about me.
As my mother led Grace, my twin brother, Adam, kept kicking my feet underneath the table. I tried to kick him back, but I accidentally kicked our eight-month-old puppy, Jangles, causing him to yelp.
"Aribella," my mother warned.
"He started it," I pointed at Adam.
"Aribella!" my father shouted, "How dare you accuse your brother of something so childish. Go to your room and bring me your phone."
"But,"
"No buts Aribella," my mother scolded.
"Sorry," my so called perfect brother mouthed to me. I knew it wasnt his fault. Adam used to stick up for me. That is, until our father backhanded him.
You see thats where my first problem comes in.
