What Would You Change?

The Beginning: Chapter 1

a/n: real quick I just want to say this is my first story, so if everyone could be kind that would be ideal. Also, any suggestions are helpful and all of this is my work so PLEASE do not steal. Okay, best, Bridget.

My sister walks down the stairs, prepped and ready for the first day of the new year, our half-way point in junior year, and our first day after winter break. I wish I wasn't her twin. Myla had her hair in space buns, with glitter rubbed all over her face and I think she had some sort of brown stuff to make her cheekbones look more pronounced on her face too. She loved fashion. I hated it. She hated sports. I loved them. I loved science and math. She only liked english and history. She dated and kissed many guys. I've never dated or kissed a guy. The list goes on.

Myla looks at me up and down.

"Ugh do you have to wear that," Myla groans.

I look at myself in the mirror. I scrunch my face.

"What? I don't see the problem," I say. I'm wearing my favorite band t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers so I can easily change for cross-country practice after school.

"You could at least try. It's so embarrassing," Myla says, with her arm on her hip and her hip stuck out.

"Whatever. It's practical and I like it. Plus, people like me like this," I say.

"Do they though?"

"Ugh let's just leave."

That's the only thing that Myla seems to agree with me on. She grabs the car keys for school. Mom isn't awake yet, so she also hikes up her skirt a little bit more.

On the drive to school, we don't speak and silence fills the air. I don't turn on the radio because I know that will only lead to a fight, and instead decide to stare out the window and daydream. It's only a fifteen minute drive to school, but I can feel my heart beating, and my brain starts to subconsciously plan what I'll do and say for the next eight hours.

When we finally arrive in the school parking lot, Myla looks at me.

"You know the rules. Don't talk to me unless it's an emergency and please try not to be a dork," Myla says.

"As if I'd want to hang out with you. Go," I say with a flick of my wrist. "Talk to your boyfriend who barely has two braincells."

Instead of responding, Myla huffs and slams the car door on her way to school in typical Myla fashion.

I wish I could tell you the second half of junior year would be different, but I know that's not the case. I won't have a boyfriend and continue to pretend I don't need one. I'll do well in science while zoning out and leave to run 5 miles every day.

I start to walk to the first period when I see my best friend, Robbie walk beside me. Robbie is probable 5'5 on a good day, and the fact that I'm 5'7 means I have to look down on him, literally.

"What's up, Ryan? You ready for a new year, for gloriousness," he says in typical Robbie fashion.

"While I admire your optimism Robbie, let's be real with each other, this is not going to be glorious by any means."

"Ah, I thought you might say that, and I acknowledge your depressing attitude and I reject it," He says with one finger up in the air.

I can't help but laugh, and know that while this year will be boring, at least I'll have Robbie by my side the whole time.

"Okay, I'll see you at lunch, I gotta head to science."

As I step into the classroom, I start to see all the familiar faces that embody my everyday world. I wonder if they think their lives will be wonderful or just pathetic. I decide to take a seat in the third row, not too close to the teacher, but not far away enough to be suspicious.