Topaz and Citrine

Chapter 1

you change your mind 

like a girl

changes clothes

and you

you are not good for me

cause you're hot and you're cold

you're yes and you're no

you're in and you're out 

you're up and you're down

It's wrong and it's right

It's black and it's white

we fight we break up

we kiss we make up

someone call the doctor 

got a case of love bipolar

stuck on a roller coaster

and I can't get off this ride

You change your mind

like  girl 

changes clothes

The blaring of the radio changes to my favorite song. I think about the past couple of days and sigh. This song totally represents my family. My dad, Paul, he moves us around EVERYWHERE. My mom is content to follow. My super annoying brothers, one older, one younger, and my awesome little sis, love all the changing. 

My 15 year old brother, Felix, says it allows him to meet all the "ladies", by which he means, he can crush on all the pretty girls in his new schools. My 9 year old brother, Luke, says that he can make new friends everywhere. And my 11 year old little sister says she can share her love of crafts and singing to the world when we move. So they love it for the people. Mom loves it for the landscape. It's only my twin and I that don't like it.

So, my twin and I, We don't look the same. Sure, we are both 13. Sure, we both have dusty light brown hair. Sure, we both have blue eyes. But we have different faces. I have light blue eyes and her's are darker. I have rounded cheekbones and she doesn't. I dye my hair red frequently, she doesn't. And I just hate when people think we should have matching names, like Amy and Allie, or something. If anything, it's me and our little sister that have matching names. Topaz and Citrine. But we together are Topaz and Ivy. Ivy is way more subdued. Usually, Citrine (or as I call her, Rin) and I get along better. 

So this was where we were going to live? Thanks Dad. NOT. This could not be worse. Actually it could. We could be living in San Francisco. At least here, we could... wait, what could I do here? Felix can look at all the pretty girls, and Ivy could goggle at palm trees, and Luke could make new friends, and Rin can go to a craft store and join the club, but what could I do? Sigh. Nothing was ever there for me. Something for me? Impossible. they provided for everybody else, just not me.

The scenery flashed by my window. The sea, bright and glittering, reminded me of the night that changed everything.