Identical

Chapter 1: Adrianna

I'm pissed.

I glared at my dad for what he just said. How dare he! He proposed to his girlfriend, Amy. She's not my mom. Nor will she ever be. I only ever tolerated her. And, to make matters worse, of course she has to come with a bitchy daughter, and dick of a son.

"Adrianna," my dad said, "why can't you be happy for me, like Zachary is?"

"Zach's ten!" I screamed. "He doesn't know shit."

"Language!" Dad shouted. "That's it, go to your room."

"Fine." I turned and stomped away, pouting. I slammed my door shut, and sulked on my bed. Dad proposed to Amy. She said yes. Blake and Sophie will be my step siblings. Zach's happy about this. I am not.

I feel like screaming.

Or crying.

How could this have happened to me? Tears welled up in my eyes. I don't like Amy or her bratty children one bit. A tear leaked from my eye, and I quickly wiped it away, even though no one could see me.

My life sucks.

No mom (Amy will never be my mom). Shitty brother, with more shitty siblings on the way. Dad doesn't listen to me, or pay attention to me. He doesn't want a daughter like me.

My. Life. Sucks!

"Adrianna?" A kid opened my door and peeked through. Zach. Stupid, stupid brother of mine. I wish I would juzt get kidnapped or something. No one would fucking miss me anyways. Not with Sophie as a sister.

"What?" I snapped.

"You don't have to be mean," Zach pouted.

"Like hell I don't!"

Zach gasped. "I'm telling Dad!"

"What are you, five?" I shot back. "Grow a pair!"

Zach glared at me. "Whatever. Did Dad tell you we'll be moving?"

My eyes widened. Oh, hell no! "You're lying," I said. "We can't leave. This town may be shitty but at least people respect me."

"More like people are afraid of you," Zach corrected. "No one actually likes you. You have no friends. Maybe you can start anew elsewhere, Adrianna."

"Fuck off, and mind your own buisness."

"But, Adri---"

"I need to be alone, Zachary, okay?" I slammed the door in his face.

The last thing I saw was a pained expresson on his face. I winced. Why did I have to be so mean? He used to look up to me, but because of the way I started treating him, he's became annoying.

I sighed. I should apologize, or something.

But I'm not good at that.

I'll pretend it never happened.

Yes, that's easier.

I sighed again, and lied down on my bed, looking at the ceiling. If I was a character in a book, people would probably think I'm a crappy protagonist, huh?

I'm a terrible person, I know.

Anyway, according to Zach, we're moving. What fun! Not. Although, maybe just maybe, my brother's right. Starting over would be a good thing. Maybe I'll make friends; people would respect me because they like me, not because they're afraid of me.

One can hope.

My real concern is my future step family.