It's Not Easy Being Me

|2| It's Not Easy Being Me

Melody's P.O.V (Still)

I walked to my locker quickly. I grabbed my science things, and slammed it shut. As I was walking at the corner of my eye I could see my sister just arriving. On her arm was Bryan. I gagged. He's supposed to be the 'hottest' guy at the school. He's good at football and basketball, and as the girls say, he's good in bed too. I warned my sister about him mutiple times, but she just won't listen. She doesn't care.

My sister is known for dating the wrong types of guys. All they do is push her around. For crying out loud, he doesn't even have his own car, and I'd put my money on the fact that she had to pick him up today. He's not a one women type of guy. I personally don't find him THAT attractive. It's not always looks that matter, but then again this is high school. Everyone practicially breaks their necks looking at them. She's just his next victim, he always has a new girl on his arm, but then again my sister always has a new guy on her arm. I bet she's not even a virgin anymore. I seriously don't know what happened to her.

My sister and I, we used to be so close. But then came junior high, before that we were inseprable. It was always Melody and Harmony, or Harmony and Melody. Now its just Harmony. Harmony. Harmony. All day everyday. Now everytime I look in the mirror I have to see her. Being a twin is not all its cracked up to be. We couldn't be any different.

I'm not going to lie, I really do miss my sister. The one who I could talk to. The one who would come into my room, just to lay down with me, and tell me her problems, mostly boy problems. But she doesn't need me anymore. She has Arianna and Kaylee. Her "Best Friends".

They're all fake. Arianna has long jet black hair, and hazel eyes, while Kaylee has shoulder-length brown hair. She always cuts it, she thinks it makes her look exotic, but it just makes her look like a hooker. Harmony's too afraid to stick up to people. Too afraid to let people know what she thinks, and I know it's killing her. I can feel it, the "twin vibe" is what I call it. I know when somethings bothering her.

It took every fiber in my body to tear my eyes away as Arianna and Kaylee joined the happy couple. It took everything in me, just to not let them know what was on my mind, it wasn't pretty, not at all.

Harmony's P.O.V

I waited impatinetly, tapping my finger on the island for Melody to leave the house. I watched as she pulled out of the driveway and sped off. Well not really sped, she's a slow and cautious driver. I rolled my eyes, she's just no fun. I practically threw up in my mouth at the sight of her wardrobe today. After all my grandmother buys her she still stays with the same old out-played washed up clothes. It burns my eyes, at the sight of it.

I walked out to my car, locking the door behind me. I let out a deep breath, as I started my baby, and cruised out of the driveway. I turned into the opposite direction of the house. I waited until Mel left because I'm tired of her stupid lectures about me and my boyfriends. I mean yes, I have to pick them up. And yes, maybe they don't always treat me right. And yes, most of the reasons why we break up is because they cheat on me. And yes, maybe I don't always pick the right ones, but it's MY choice. I date whoever I'm attracted too, and maybe my eye sight is directing me towards the wrong crowd, but I know someday I'll find him, and maybe he's right under my nose, and I just have to open my eyes to see.

But until I am capable of opening my eyes, I'm going to enjoy my life, and date whoever makes me feel happy at the moment. And I don't want to hear anything from Mel.

I pulled into his driveway, and honked once, then twice, then three times. I was getting very impatient, I told him I'd pick him up at this time. And I'm not even a minute late, nor early. At the tenth honk he rushed out of the house, and walked over to the drivers seat. I got out of the car, and sat in the passenger seat. He likes to drive, because he doesn't want people to think that I have to drive him. It is pretty pathetic, not that I'd tell him that.

"Don't hurt my baby," I told him as he sloppily pulled out of the driveway and ran three stop signs.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." He mumbled.

I pouted, and leaned back into the seat, trying to get comfortable. "Listen, next time don't honk so many times." He told me.

I sat up. "Well next time be on time." I commented back.

He parked into the parking space at school, and turned to look at me. He grabbed my arm, tightly squeezing it. "Don't tell me what to do. If I say I'm going to come, I'm going to come. Do you understand?" He said, through angry clenched teeth.

This is the side of Bryan I don't like, nor understand. He gets too violent sometime, and it scares me. But I know he loves me, he has to. "Bryan your hurting me," I told him referring to my throbbing arm. He only held on tighter, as I let out a silent wail.

"I said do you understand?" He yelled louder, the parkinglot was deserted. I look down, and nodded. He grumbled, and pushed my head upright, turning my face to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He commanded.

My jaw ached, and I looked at him, through my watery eyes. His brown eyes, seeming so dangerous and harsh, not like the first time I look at them, they looked warm and shiny, and welcoming. "Yes, I understand." I stuttered.

"Good." He said calming down, while freeing me of his grasp. He threw me my keys, and got out of the car. "Now go do your makeup, you look ridiculous." He told me. I did as I was told, and put on my best fake smile, as Bryan looped my arm through his for a grand entrance.

These are the times when I need my sister. I always used to come and talk to her. She'd understand and give me the best advice, she wasn't afraid to let me know what she thought, I saw no judgement in her eyes. I missed that Melody. Now everytime I want to talk to her, she just lectures me like a mom. Always judging my actions. She thinks she knows it all now. I don't know what happened. We used to be close. She used to be a fun person, but now everytime I see her, her head is stuck in one of her old boring novels.

I smiled as everyones necks turned in our direction. I liked being the center of attention, sometimes. But I didn't like the judging and the jealousy. I liked being on top. I frowned a little when Arianna and Kaylee waved and walked in my direction. I knew they meant well, but it seemed like they always would talk about me. Like they had something to hide. Mel always complained about them, but I know they mean well, they're good friends. The best of friends, I didn't have that much friends. Well everyone thought the little people who waved at me, and said hello in the hallways, were my friends, hardly. They were just admirers, some fake, fiilled with jealousy. It's not always easy being on top.

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