19 year old Yolanda Khan is lucky to be going into her 2nd year of the college she's dreamed of: Princeton University with her twin sister. After she gets a spot in her Zoology class, Yolanda is determined and would do anything to keep her spot and...
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It's only been a couple of hours since our Grandma picked us up, and I'm dreading the thought of leaving their house. Ava and I had made a big chocolate sprinkled cake the night before we left, which is their favorite. We even went overboard by adding sprinkles with a little turkey candle sticking out. Ava did most of the work adding the icing and layers since she's made many cakes in her life, for family events and contests. Even though I just added the milk, eggs, and vegetable oil in the bowl like she told me, I felt happy that she asked me to.
My Aunt V and gramps from my dads side were able to make it, after having complications at the airport. They've never flown anywhere because we always came to their house. They live in a big city in California, with a nice house and garden, just like my grandparents.
Ava is finishing getting situated in our old room. Her side of the bed is colorful and full of pictures of our parents and her best friends, completely different from mine. I never had any growing up. All I had was her.
I let out a huge breath, looking around and happy that everything looks the way it used to be. She groans when everything she's set up in the closet has fallen back down. "You know you can help with something at least."
I'm busy scrolling through my phone; through someone's socials. Apparently Douglas is at Elle's house for thanksgiving. She posted lots of pictures of them kissing, swinging on swings, and eating. I just don't understand why he's still with her.
Moments pass, and I don't even realize that Ava is standing next to me, looking straight down at my phone too. I immediately face it down, but it's too late. Her grin is too big for her to not know anything. "You've got a crushy crush on him!" I cover her mouth with my free hand. "Can you shut up? I do not." She moves my hand before
crossing her arms, and does that thing with her eyebrows when she thinks I'm lying. "Oh really," she says. "Then why were you stalking his instagram." I put a finger up. "Actually, It was Elles," protest. But it just sounds even worse. Her mouth falls open. "Are you serious," she says along with a giggle. "Like that makes it any better."
I ignore her and stand up, finding something else to occupy myself. "I know yall are partners, but you guys would be a really cute couple." I look at her and she presents her hands. "What? He may not have the brains and a not so good reputation, but I think it's cute that he's mean to everyone but you."
Grandma gently knocks on the door as I'm twisting my ballerina toy box. It starts playing slow piano notes. "It's open," we both say at the same time. She walks in, carrying a plate of 2 large drinks. She's wearing a big sweater and leggings, her long curly hair glowing down her back. I swear, she never ages.
My face beams when I see it's in our old santa mugs we used to drink out of all the time. "Awww!" I say, walking up giving her a side hug, careful so she doesn't spill them. "It's hot chocolate mixed with cinnamon." Ava gives her a look. "I see you've been following my cooking with ava 101 class."
