Would you go to the same university as the person you've shared everything with for your entire life?
For melodramatic twin sisters, Emily and Sarah Roses, they find it can be both fun and exhausting. Follow along on their adventure of navigating c...
Unpacking my things was something I knew I'd have to deal with eventually. I stared at my suitcase as I sat back on my old bed.
The insides of my chest and stomach were raw with anxiety, it felt like I had no one. I couldn't talk to anyone about this, at least not right now.
Mom and Dad had always been more interested in Emily's life anyway, considering she was the one with a boyfriend, better grades, and a social life. Rosie was too young to understand, and she was excited to talk to Emily anyways.
I knew my sister had to be peeved or at least somewhat offended that I didn't ride home with her, but wouldn't she just have been annoyed to have me there anyway? Was there even a choice where I wasn't annoying her?
I missed her so much more than I wanted to think about, but what if she was done with me forever? I tried talking to her earlier, but she was already giving me the silent treatment. I felt like she'd be the only one who could--
My string of thought was interrupted by the sound of Emily's metal suitcase slamming against the door as she burst through. Even though I wasn't facing the door, I could tell by the pattern of stumbling footsteps that it was her.
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I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to stay still. If I pretended to be asleep, that couldn't be annoying right?
I couldn't take another argument, I just wanted the day to be over already.
"Hey, you okay?" I heard the door shut and the luggage wheels scraping the wood of the ground. "I saw Mom was pretty hard on you today."
I definitely needed to work on my acting.
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From her tone, I could tell she was okay with talking to me now. Resigning from the fake sleep plan, I sat up and crossed my legs.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Emily threw me a look. I dropped my gaze back to my knuckles.
If she already knew the answer, why'd she even ask?
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