Dreamers

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3: Claire

         I have always felt that twins share some sort of special connection. As a twin, I used to be able to believe this, but I feel like whatever link, used to be between us, is broken. I used to feel what he felt and understand him, but now I barely even know who he is anymore.

         Where is my brother? Who knows? He keeps doing this, why does he like to worry me. I look up to him, or at least I used to before his bizarre behavior began. I don’t have anyone to talk to in my family anymore, my parents don’t care and my brother, Aidan, wherever he is I obviously can’t count on him anymore. When I lost him as the only person I could talk to, I kind of lost myself too. I wonder if anyone cares about me. At least it’s Saturday and I don’t have school. I can’t deal with another day of not fitting in. I have no friends; it doesn’t help to be the new girl. Everyone here thinks I’m weird because I read for fun. Since when is reading stupid, or crazy, I’m so done with this generation. I used to be popular, I used to go to parties, have fun, and get in trouble. Now I might as well just live under a rock, I come home, do my homework, then I read until I fall asleep. I read until I get so lost in my story, it feels like my reality. Then I wake up to a disappointment. I can’t wait till we move again, that’s the only good part about my parent’s jobs, we aren’t in one place long enough for me to get too depressed. Don’t get me wrong, I love being rich as much as the next person, but really, it’s not that great, or amazing as you would think. So what if I get my own room, and pool, and other stuff I don’t necessarily need, people just think you’re snobby because you’re rich. That’s not fun. I wish people could just see my family as normal, accept us, but no one ever does.

         “Claire, darling, your father and I have some news to tell you.” I looked up from my chair to see my mother standing in my doorway with a unpleasant smile on her face. “Would you mind retrieving your brother then heading downstairs to the family room?”

         “Sure mother, but, um, I don’t know where Aidan is, or the family room for another matter.” I said as sweetly as I could, so not to upset her.

         “Darling, Aidan is in the pool, he’s been there all day, and the family room is down the grand staircase to your right then the third door on you left. It has a gold door handle, you can’t miss it dear.” She said, her smile grew more unpleasant and she turned and clicked in her stilettos all the way down my own wing of the house. Once the clicks stopped I pulled on my most practical shoes, and ran to the pool.