The Outsider

Moving Back To Home

Growing up was hard for me. My parents got a divorce when I was only little. I was forced to live with my mom and I barely ever saw my father because my mother only allowed me to go if Bella came with, and she never wanted to. I love my father. He meant the most to me and I was a big daddy's girl. Bella was different.

She's quiet and selfish, while I am outgoing and selfless. She was favored by our mother, while I was favored by our father. My mother, for some unknown reason, actually hates me. She is always yelling at me, acting as if everything I do is a mistake and wrong, and she is always 'forgetting' my birthday which is just after Bella. Bella was born at 11:45, while I was born at midnight. Then my step father... He hates me, but he is always staring at me. Personally I do not want to be alone with him. I'm always afraid he'll do something by the way he looks at me.

I hate my home life. I can not even tell you how many times I have wished to be able to go and live with my dad. My wishes were finally answered though. Our mother always wasn't able to go with 'Phil' as he went on tour for being a baseball player. She had to stay home with Bella and I, but now we were being sent off to our father's so that she could. Bella is doing it 'out of the goodness of her heart' which I know is bullshit, but I can't figure out the real reason. Either way I am happy to be going home.

With me there is only one real thing that means the most to me and that is loyalty. What are you without loyalty? I'm usually a sweet and understanding person, but when you break your loyalty to me or someone close to you then I am a bit harsh, angry, and cold towards you. Loyalty is everything to me. It was simply why Bella and I did not get along. She only cared about herself never mind ever thinking of having loyalty towards someone else.

Bella and I even look nothing alike. Her hair was a mousy brown, while mine was a very dark brown that almost looked black. Her hair wasn't straight, but it wasn't curly like mine. She had dull green eyes, while I have those dark brown eyes that everyone loves. She was pale as ghost and I had dark tan skin. She was tall and lengthy, while I was short and petite. She was a bit too skinny, while I was the perfect weight with curves. She was always in jeans and some stupid t-shirt, while I was in about everything. I wore dresses, skirts, blouses, jeans, tank tops, and shirts. I wasn't a girly girl or tomboy, but somewhere in between.

Today I was dressed in dark skinny jeans, a white long sleeved shirt, and chocolate brown boots that went up to my mid calf. I stood beside my sister at the airport waiting for our mother to finish saying bye to Bella, because apparently I didn't need to hear her say goodbye to me.

I stood with my arms crossed as Bella walked over. "Alright let's go." She said snappily as we boarded the plan. "Mom is making us sit together, so you're getting the window seat.
 She said with a snobby attitude. I had no problem sitting in the window seat. I liked looking out at the clouds, if I got bord then I would just look through my dirt bike magazine. That's another thing that made us different. She was too clumsy and terrified of bikes. I had my own neon green dirt bike and a black beautiful motorcycle. Both were already at my dad's house. My helmet for my dirt bike matched my bike, but was a Monster, the energy drink, helmet that they no longer produced. My gloves were also neon green. My helmet for my motorcycle was black along with my black fingerless leather gloves for that bike.

I couldn't wait to go home and see my father. Forks was also better than Phoenix when it came to riding my dirt bike. I also missed my best friend Jake. I doubt Bella even remembers him. He had the biggest crush on her growing up. He was a great guy and was a lot like me. Our dads always joked that we were the real twins. Jake was always like a big brother to me and I missed him all these years. I wasn't sure if he remembers me, but I hoped he did because I really am looking forward to seeing him again.