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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I am in Aiden and Mitchells room, playing Call of Duty 3 with Mitchell. AC/DC, their favorite band is playing through the two speakers on either end of the bit flat screen tv. Her brothers are the only thing lifting my mood. After I had unpacked and was forced to take pictures with Elle before her lip gloss dried out, I tried my best to get out of her way. She was already in a bad mood because we arrived late, even though we're not at all. Her dad is still working on the mac and cheese, preparing the margaritas for us, and we'll be at the table.
'Game over,' flashes in big letters on the screen and I let out a huge breath, pretending to be angry. "I can't believe you just beat me again," I say to them. Aiden laughs the loudest laugh in my face, pointing his finger at me. "I told you I'm the best at Call of duty and way better than you loser!"
I try not to smirk, giving away the fact that I lost 5 games to make him feel proud of himself. I love seeing him happy. Aiden is too busy sitting at his desk, reading a thick book. He's always been the nerdy boy out of the two, with his circle glasses and obsession with the hunger games and walking dead. I always try talking to him, asking how he's doing in school, and I can tell he's really closed off and shy. I don't blame him though. He kind of reminds me of my younger self. I can see myself in him.
Mitchell starts throwing pillows at me before climbing on top of me and hitting my chest. "Ah! Stop!" I shout, laughing so hard. "Okay, okay. You beat me!" He sticks his tongue out at me. "No rematches." Elle walks in the door. "What are y'all doing? Get off of him Mitchell!" He immediately gets off and she stares me down for a couple of seconds. "We were just playing around," I explain.
I don't know what I did, but even if I didn't do anything it'll always be something wrong with her. "The food is ready." Aiden turns around, both of their faces lighting up before they run downstairs. "Wash your hands first!" We're left alone. I look down to see her in fluffy socks and I start to think about Yolanda, and her crazy grinch ones she had on that night I carried her to her room. I lightly smile at her, still laying on the floor. She returns it and walks over before sitting next to me.
I sit up. "Is something wrong?" I can tell she's mad over something, but I don't know for sure. She shakes her head but I refuse to believe she's okay. I rest my hand over her thigh. It's the one where we both got matching tattoos for her 18th birthday. She has my birth date on hers and I have her birth date on mine. "I'm sorry if I did something that made you upset. Just, can we please not fight for one night?"
Elle rolls her eyes and says, "You ask me if something is wrong but you haven't spoken a word to me since we got here. You didn't even help out out my dad in the kitchen with me." I rub my eyes with my free hand, already stressed. Here we go again. "I tried helping him but you were taking over everything. Everytime he told me to do something, you always said you got it, so I just went upstairs to play with Mitchell."
She pulls the loose strands of her blonde hair behind her ears. I try not to think about someone who does that quite often too. "Let's just go," huffs, standing up. "At least try to act interested in me for my parents." My eyebrows furrowed. Moments later, I let out a small laugh. "Act interested in you? 'Pretty sure I've been doing that for the longest time, without acting. I just wish you'd do the same in return instead of screwing around."
