A new town, new house, new everything. Not exactly the best way to start your senior year. When your left not knowing anybody or the school you're going to be going to be going to, the person you're going to live with it can seem pretty daunting. Makes a person want to run away to neverland.
And it's not like I've never met the person I'm living with, it's just that I don't know them. Like at all, almost a perfect stranger. Though not stranger enough to not judge me.
My brothers on the other hand think this is the best choice for us to make. Chris thinks that time away from New York will "heal my psyche." Or some bullshit like that. He's real big on meditation and mental relaxation. Jax though, he's on my side. I kinda forced him into it but whatever. Chris may be older than us but he's out numbered.
Jax and I were born six minutes apart, 10 months after Chris 17 years ago. We were a pretty big deal considering we were born on January first, and on top of that it was the millennial to so yeah pretty big deal. When the novelty wore off, we were just like any other set of twins out there.
I should be grateful but really what do I have to be grateful for. A fresh start? Okay that would be nice if I actually wanted one. New friends? That's not a plus either, considering I liked my old friends. Getting to finally meet my Hippie of an Aunt? Not even a remotely good enough reason to move all the way across the country.
Away from the hustle and bustle and confusion and loud noises of New York to a small town by comparison in Maine. On the Canadian border in the northern part of the state, there lays Baileyville. With a population of exactly 1,521 New York seems worlds away.
Now I've never really had a problem with planes, but for some reason getting on the plane that would take me away from everything I've ever known was almost impossible. Then while on the plane it hit me that I wouldn't wake up in my apartment overlooking Central Park. Good news though is that Aunt Alison let us bring our dog, Stevenson. He's a miniature corgi and my baby. Jax hates him for some unknown reason. Chris is indifferent towards him, and the only time he ever acknowledged him is when he had girls over. Pig.
After the longest 3 hours of my life we land in Augusta. Aunt Alison is there to pick us up at the luggage carousel. It's probably the most awkward hug i've ever been given in my life. Chris is more comfortable with her only because he's met her before in his "I'm free from highschool road trip." He drove through every state and ended in maine then him and Aunt Alison flew to Alaska and Hawaii.
As we loaded the car with all of our things Chris decided to try to make conversation with me even though i haven't said anything since we left home
"Lex its really not that bad. come on think about the silver lining." Chris said commenting on the scowl that has taken up permanent residence on my face.
"No Chris I'm pretty sure it is that bad and what silver lining can you possibly find in the middle of nowhere Maine. Come on why did we actually have to move. Your legal, me and Jax could have lived with you till we turned eighteen and then we would've been fine. And why did u move u didnt have to." i fired back getting more irritated the more he looked at me with pity in his eyes.
"Mom told me to Lex, and I needed to get away from New York just as my as you so obviously do." Chris replied, adding sympathy into his voice, trying to get me to agree.
"Fine, I actually don't care." i replied, effectively shutting down the conversation.
"Chris, don't try to get her to agree today. She's just going to argue and snap. And the sympathy that your looking at her with is going to make her punch you." Jax cut in right as Chris opened his mouth to press me more on the issue.
For the rest of the 2 hour and 37 minute drive I sat and stared out the window blocking out both my brothers arguing over who has to share a room. Aunt Alison settled it by making the boys share bc I'm the youngest and a girl.
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Wild Boy
Historia CortaGuys my age don't know how to treat me, don't know how to love me. Guys My Age- Hey Violet Don't call me something, I am my father's son. I am hit and run. Hit And Run- Greyson Chance I'm a wild boy, join me and I'll show you my world. ...