My dad climbes into the car and leans back in his seat. I can feel him looking at me, but I keep my face turned towards the fat snowflakes falling outside my car window. For a couple of minutes, neither of us say anything.
"Do you hate me for not telling you?" He asked.
I sigh. "No, I'm just really angry." I say, turning to look at him, "Have you met her before today? Like, when we wern't babies?"
"No, she stayed with your grandmother right after you two were born. She was a sick baby, and your mother and I both had to work all day. Today was the first time I've met her."
I snort at the idea of Ariadne being a sick baby. She sure turned out well. My dad ducks his head and starts the ignition. We drive through the snow, the windsheild wipers squeaking in 4/4 time. I turn my face back towards my window.
"Are you sulking now?" He asks, glancing over.
I don't respond. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a bright light arc across the dark sky. Probably just an airplane. I pretend it is a shooting star and lean my forehead against the cool glass, closing my eyes and wish everything could be turned back to normal.
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Not Like the Movies
Teen FictionWhen Talia Stamos is introduced to her twin who was separated at birth and now lives a rich life, she thinks her life can't get any worse. When she has to move in with her sister, she could kill herself. Talia feels like an outsider in her own newly...
