Sister or Mister? - Amelia Bio

3. The promise I made (Part 3)

Two years later

My parents always involved me in our financial matters and other stuff that happens within our family. But they NEVER told me that I was gonna change school.

"You're going to King's High School!" mom squealed, thrusting the acceptance paper to me.

"Mom! That's great!" I exclaimed at the same time as Samantha said, "That's horrible."

"Now now Samantha Michaels; why can't you appreciate things like your sister? Such as shame that you're the eldest yet you don't even act like one. If you want to complain about the school and everything else, you can leave the house and provide for yourself. Your choice." mom scolded.

Mom was always very strict with Samantha. Yet I have no idea why. Okayyyyy, maybe Samantha is a bit rebellious, but that's a phase that we all go through at some point.

Okay - maybe not me.

I should probably say that I'm not like other girls, but it sounds weird to me so I don't say it.

"Mom, I don't think Sam meant it. I mean even I'm shocked... Why didn't you tell me?"

I like to observe things a lot. (Mostly because I have no friends but I don't want to sound like a loner so I just say that I have a detailed vision.)

When I asked mom why she didn't tell me, I saw her cheeks go a teensy bit red. Then her pinky finger started tapping against her thumb (a sign that she's unsure). Instead of answering, she said, "It's a private school. Not a public school."

"WHATTTTT?!"

That would be Samantha.

She loves school. And not because she actually LIKES school, but mostly because she's the 'popular one'. People fall at her feet and listen to every single word that she says. Pupils normally think that popular people have this aura that make normals like me, I don't know...listen?

Get scared? Follow them?

It's true though. Samantha can be quite scary when she wants to. You would actually have no idea that we're related.

Samantha gets her features from dad. Like her dirty blonde hair, amazing jawline structure, tall height (she's 5'7), grey eyes with flecks of blue and green, and her almond shaped eye which I also inherited.

I got most of my looks from my mom. My milk chocolate straight hair, snubby little nose, light brown eyes and a heart-shaped freckle on my left cheek. Unfortunately, I inherited my height from her as well. A whopping 5'1.

Yay me.

Anyway, the people at school practically WORSHIP Samantha. I mean who wouldn't? (aside from my parents).

Samantha's been through a lot and I'm proud that she's still living and fighting.

Of course, Samantha's changed over the years. She got more and more rebellious, but what's important is that she's safe.

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[Samantha's POV] A YEAR AGO

"Good morning Sam," Liam whispered while nuzzling his head into my neck.

"Mhmmm, you smell good bumble bee," he continued.

"Move Liam! It's just 7:30. You don't want the hall monitor to catch us right?" I laughed, turning to face him.

"Fuck those hall monitors," he whispered once more staring into my eyes with a soft expression. He brushed my hair out of my face then rubbed his thumb across my cheek back and forth.