The Switch

chapter 14

Aria

I'm in my room laying on my bed thinking over the day. I had just gotten into an argument with Emory. Okay it wasn't an argument, it was more me yelling at her. I don't know why, but I'm just so angry at her. When she does something I get upset, and that makes sense, but then she apologizes and tries to make up for it and for some reason that makes me even more mad. I don't understand it, it's like the more she's here, living in my house, the more I hate her for no reason at all. I hate that I feel so angry all the time.

This afternoon, I had apologized to Bentley over lunch and she said it was fine that it wasn't a big deal. She said that she understood, and that that she probably was talking about Emory way too much. I thought that was going to be it, then I came out of class to see them talking and it just irritated me. They didn't do anything wrong, but part of me hates that they're friends, and I feel so jealous. So when Emory asked if I was upset about Bentley, I snapped at her. I hadn't expected her to agree, and I wasn't sure if I was upset that they were friends or that Emory would so easily give up on the friendship. I felt conflicted, over being a good friend, and what I wanted for my self.

It was only a matter of minutes before I heard a knock on my door and my mother's voice. "Aria, I think we should talk." She had tried to talk to me when  i first came in, but I ignored her and marched upstairs. Now I have nowhere else to run.

Signing I reluctantly opened the door, "fine."

"What's going on with you?" She looks at me, sympathy and sternness mixed into the emotions in her face.

I cross my arms as I look at her. "Nothing, I'm fine."

She sits down on Emory's desk chair, moving a few dirty cloths off of it first. "Emory said you two got into a fight about Bentley?"

I shrug, "yeah, so?"

"So is this really about Bentley, or is it something else?" She looks at me, waiting for an answer.

"What else would it be about?" Parents always act like they know everything, and that if you say your upset about something, that it's a secret cry for help about something else.

She picks up Emorys half eaten granola bar, tilting her head as she observes the hair tie wrapped around the package, holding it shut. Then look back at me, "are you sure you're not just looking for reasons to be upset with her?"

Truthfully, I didn't know, but I wasn't going to admit that. "No, I'm upset with her because she won't leave Bentley alone, that's it."

She nods, "mhm, wasn't it just last week you were mad at her for something else? I thought you two fixed this."

I narrow my eyes at her, "did you have this conversation with her, why do you assume I'm the problem?"

"Im not blaming you for anything, I just want to try and solve this so that you two can get along. Your sisters after all."

"She's not my sister, she just shares my DNA, that's it!" I snap and she jumps slightly startled.

"She is your sister, and-"

"No she's not, stop acting like forcing her to be here makes her family. Shes not my sister and no matter how much you pretend, she's never going to be Evelyn because Evelyn is dead!" The second the words came out I knew it was a mistake. The hurt that washes over her face makes me feel like the worst person ever. "Mom I-" I try to take it back but she doesn't give me the chance.