Skylars pov
I don’t understand her. Natalie was beautiful, with her caramel hair and emerald green eyes. I felt horrible when I heard about the accident, but I was also a little happy. I had always wanted to get to know my cousin, and now I would finally be able to.
But Natalie was not the person I expected.
She was nice and all, but she hated me. I don’t know why, I just knew she did. Natalie had it all; she was smart, pretty, popular, and funny.
I have lots of friends, not that they are ever there when I need them. I only have two real friends. Angela, who has curly red hair, emerald eyes, and a bubbly personality.
And Niall Horan.
Our families had been close. Niall was exactly one month older than me. He and I had done everything together. We were inseparable.
But when he left for X-factor and became famous, we lost touch. Our families still saw each other every now and again, but it wasn’t the same. Ireland just wasn’t the same without Niall.
Natalie knew nothing about Niall, even though her favorite band was One Direction. Even before he left, Niall never met Natalie.
And I planned on keeping it that way.
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As I skipped down the stairs to breakfast, I looked at the picture on the wall. They started with my parent’s wedding, to my birth, birthday pictures, and single shots of me, my mum and my dad. Then Nat and Addie came in the pictures. Natalie looked like the twin sister I don’t have. Even though she hated me, I still loved her. I just wish she would say something to me.
I walked into the kitchen, and smiled at my mom and Natalie. I don’t think she knew, but I saw her roll her eyes at me. I ate the pancakes offered, and then ran to brush my teeth.
“Hurry up Girls! You need to catch the bus in five minutes!” My mom shouted from the other room.
I ran down the stairs, iPod in my back pocket, cell phone in hand, and ear buds dangling around my neck. I grabbed my backpack and followed Natalie out the door.
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We had a five minute walk to the bus stop that was usually filled with silence. Today though, I was determined to talk, whether Natalie wanted to or not.
“Why do you hate me?” I asked Natalie.
She looked at me, rolled her eyes and went back to her music. I pulled her earbuds and forced her to look at me.
“Why do you hate me?” I repeated
I never expected what she said next.
“I don’t.”
A/N
Hi it's Megan!! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
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