My Brother's Best Friend

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I was filled with rage as I threw my bags into the trunk of the Uber. I could practically feel the steam trickling off my body. "Goodbye forever!" I screamed as loud as I could, hoping my mother would hear my voice through the walls of our house. It did not matter anyway; they were both asleep since it was early in the morning.

Our house wasn't much of a home anymore, none of us got along with each other nowadays. I missed how our small little family used to love each other unconditionally. I rolled my eyes at the thought of us ever being a family again, and climbed into the back seat of the car, not glancing again at the house before I told the chauffeur to drive.

I sat in silence as I looked out at the window of the city skyscrapers strewn across the dark sky. One of my favorite cities; Atlanta.

I sniffled as I let a tear escape my eye. It fell down my cheek, and I immediately wiped it away. "There isn't any reason to be upset, Jessica," I mumbled to myself. I am thrilled to be getting out of here. Forever, hopefully. I'm sad to be leaving my hometown where I have spent all my childhood growing up, but I am excited for a new start.

The Uber drove to the drop-off at the airport, and I thanked him, tipping him a considerable amount. I checked my two luggage bags which were filled with every clothing item I could fit, and walked into the Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport with my ticket in one hand and my carry-on in the other, which happened to also be packed full of my belongings.

I checked my watch, eight twenty-two, right on time. My plane was leaving at ten o'clock which gave me a good hour to get through security and find my terminal. This airport was horrendous when it came to trying to get anywhere because of the amount of people coming through here with you.

I loved airports, and I have always had a fascination with flying. I enjoyed being somewhere where you could see a distance that never stopped. It made me feel almost free, like a bird.

I boarded my plane and barely listened to the instructions the flight attendant was giving. Then I immediately dozed off, I didn't get one bit of sleep last night because I was so excited to get the hell out of Georgia. There have just been so many bad things that have happened this year. I just needed a clean slate.

I shivered as the intercom woke me up, "Attention passengers, flight 2271 to Los Angeles, California will be landing shortly. Please make sure all electronic devices are turned off or put on airplane mode. Also, please make sure your seatbelt is fastened and all belongings are under the seat in front of you. I hope you enjoy your visit to the California Republic!"

It was time for a change, I hated it here in Georgia. Most of all, I hated my mother for putting me through such hell since my twin brother left. My mother practically told me they wished I was never their child, and that I was not as perfect as my brother. So, I did what every other teenager would do at the spur of the moment, and grabbed a suitcase, filled it with some of my most important items, and here we are. I snagged my mother's credit card, not that she would even notice that it was gone, and neither would she notice I was gone. My mother was a doctor, an orthopedic surgeon to be exact. My father was a businessman, he owned countless numbers of hotels and restaurants. They were never around due to the amount they worked, leaving my sibling and me to raise ourselves. I wanted to make it look like I had never been born for her sake. Why they were even married? I don't even think they liked each other.

Of course, I left after I called my brother and asked if I could stay with him. My twin brother and I were always close, so obviously he would say yes. We were "two peas in a pod" my parents would say. We were fraternal twins, so we had the same hair color, and that was it.

He left Georgia as well last year since they were never home; always traveling somewhere to make money. My dad bought him a house and he moved. They didn't even try to make him stay. They told him that he could do as he pleased. That's all that they cared about, their business, not their children.