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 bury my face in Penelope's pillow while she rubs my back. I'm crying so hard that it's getting harder to breathe. My body feels so weak I can't move at all. She has poured me a cold glass of tea, my favorite, but it's now warm. "You have to make up with her at some point," she says after I move on to the next topic on why I'm sad, which is because I miss her. We haven't spoken since we were at our grandparents house and had that big fight over our parents.
I shake my head, my face still in the pillow. I'm almost positive that there's snot all on it, but she doesn't mind. She tries to get me to show my face in some other way. "You have your tea.....and there's some Doritos on top of the microwave."
I usually would always smile at her attempt to lift my mood, but I just can't. That night I ran into Douglas, something in me began to hurt. It's like I was stabbed in the heart already and he took off the wound and stabbed me again, or seeing someone for the first time in a while who did you wrong.
"I don't want anything. I just want to be left alone now......please." She continues to rub my back and play with my hair, but doesn't say anything else. I don't know how much time goes by, but what I do know is that I stayed crawled up in her bed for some time. When I get to the point where no more tears are coming out, and my body has given up on me, I finally look up to a slightly dark room. Penelope is on the floor watching the small tv on the wall.
I look at the desk to see a box of tissues and I grab it. My nose is so runny, it's run down my face and my whole face is wet. I drop the box, and Penelope turns. She slightly smiles at me, but I don't smile back. I know she saw the video. I'm surprised she isn't mad at me for not saying anything about Douglas to her. We tell each other everything.
Once I learn how to breath properly again and adjust to my aching heart, I talk. "I should've told you I was hanging out with him," I say in a low voice. She stands up and sits on the bed. I scoot over to make room. "I don't care about that. But I get it. He's....different."
I nod slowly. "He's different, but I know him. He's told me things that no one knows, like the fact that he doesn't like football at all like he says he does." She raises her eyebrows. "Really? But he's so good at it and has been doing it for years." "Yeah, I know. His dad is a real prick. He likes to control him and he's completely taken over his life." I think back to when I told him that he doesn't know what he wants, but how can he be true to be if he's not even true to himself? Ava doesn't say anything, so I know she probably isn't a big fan of what I'm telling her.
I sit up and criss cross my legs. "I know you would've told me to not talk to him more than I had to." She looks at the wall and makes a sound as if she's thinking. "Would I?" "You would." I probably wouldn't have listened to her either way but the thought still counts. She cares about me.
Penelope takes a deep breath in and out. "But why would he do that to you?" I shake my head and look down at my lap. "I don't know. I wish he hadn't." I hate myself for still wanting him. It makes me look even more pathetic to everyone else because we are 2 completely different people, and this is nothing like the movies. This is real life.
