Me and Other Mishaps

Chapter One 'whoops'

From the start I was a 'whoops', an accident, a strange occurrence, an unplanned event. A mishap. I wasn't your average 'whoops' either. Like, you walk into school and kids joke about how their parents broke the condom and ended up with them. I wasn't the result of a crazy drunk night. I wasn't even the result of a broken condom. I simply wasn't meant to exist. People say things happen for a reason and for a while I truly believed that maybe I existed for a reason... But as I grew older I realized I really didn't. I wasn't a genius ready to cure cancer. I wasn't an outgoing beautiful go-getter, I couldn't sing, I couldn't dance, I couldn't excel in very much of anything. I admit I wasn't an entire disaster, that is until I tried to be something I wasn't.
So anyway, yeah, I wasn't an accident, I just wasn't supposed to exist. My mom had health issues galore and so the doctors said she had one option for children: invitro. That is how my brother Arron came about. She and dad decided to try invitro once and have one child (or more if she became pregnant with twins) and Arron became their little miracle. He was perfect. A beautiful baby boy who'd grow up to be the top of his class and the most liked guy in our small town. After he was born my parents decided one was all they wanted and planned to never have kids again.
I guess because of my mom's health issues they though that unprotected sex was fine since she couldn't get pregnant. And, for a while, they were right. That is until 4 years after Arron was born.
I popped into the world January 3, 1998. It had taken my mom nearly a month to realize she was pregnant and it took them nearly the whole 9 months to decide what the hell to do about me. The didn't want another kid. In fact if it weren't for Arron I'd be in some foster house or with some adopted parents or whatever... At 4 years old Arron want to have me. He wanted a little sister and his adorable want for a sibling swayed my mom into the idea of keeping me around. Even at -9months old, I already owed Arron my life.
"You know they love you." Arron said from the porch swing next to me." It was august 29 and school would be starting up very soon. My freshmen year, just around the corner.
I sighed leaning my chin into my hands as I slouched against the cool wood of the swing. "Yeah, yeah..." I said gazing out at the street before out small house.
"They do!" He said enthusiastically.
"No you do. They hate me." I sighed and in an instant I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I glanced over at my brother. His angular jaw was set, his brown eyes stern, "Bella-Andra?" He said questioningly.
"Yes?" I ask with a sigh, knowing what was coming.
"What does your name mean?" He asked.
"Beautiful and courageous." I said looking down.
He reached over lifting my chin and forcing me to look him in the eyes. "Yes you know why I named you that. Be strong and courageous for me while I'm away. You'll be okay and I'm still here for a month." He said.
I felt a small smile tug at the corners of my mouth. My brother was such a smart child, he was in a tutoring class at 4 and he had asked his teacher to help him pick a name for me. She used Latin and had him pick the words he liked. Even then my brother was more my parent than anyone.
I turned and hugged him. "I know." He hugged me back.
"You'll be okay." He said with the up most confidence.
I nodded but in my mind only one thought came to mind, no I won't I'm just a mishap.