Summer and Winter
Authors Note: This is a combined story. My friend Kaeli and I (chocomunke) are writing this story together. This is our first combined story, but defiantly won't be the last! And, this is a pretty short chapter. Usually our chapters will be pretty long, but it will take longer to update than a usual story, because we have to brainstorm together. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter One:
My life is no ferry tale. My life is like a sad story. It is an awful nightmare that I can't wake up from. My sister is perfect. She has everything she wants, except a normal family. Our family is anything but normal. There is just my twin sister, River, and I and our father. Our mother was murdered. We don't know who murdered her, but I have a suspicion that our father did that. I don't even think he is our father.
My name is Rain. Rain Falling Roberson. My sister, River Flowing Roberson is older than me by two minutes. She is so perfect it is intoxicating. She has a perfect face, body and hair. That is so unlike me. She has this beautiful blond red hair, where I have black hair with white and gray streaks. My eyes are a bright yellow while hers are a purplish color. She has a perfect tan, I am deathly white. Even on the outside, my twin and I are like night and day.
We are like winter and summer. I, of course, am winter. She is summer, happy and bright. I am full of pain while she is full of joy. While her and her preppy friends go out to the movies, I sit at the park with my friends and smoke pot. Not only do I smoke pot, I do drugs, and drink. Drinking and drugs calm me. It makes me take my mind off of my fucked up life.
River has everything I don't. She has a life. I have none. I have drugs. That's my life. When I grow up I'm pretty sure I'm going to be a drug dealer. My best friend Pepper and I are all each other have. At least Pepper has a good family life, she just doesn't admit it. My best friends name really isn't Pepper. It's Dianora. She goes by Pepper and I by Salt. That is what people call us at least. It's some crude joke to them. My life is a joke. I'm just something for people to laugh at. They make fun of my hair, my eyes, my skin, my family, and my lack of smarts. I wish people weren't so shallow. I really am nice on the inside, but ever since my sister told me that she hated me, i just closed up. That was in fifth grade. River decided one day that she didn't like me any more. We are seniors in high school now, and I have no clue how I have passed all of my classes, let alone be aloud into a higher grade.
I wish my life would just end. I have tried committing suicide many times. I have jumped out of trees, I cut my wrists, and I never eat. I haven't eating anything in a week. I want my life to end, but I just can't kill my self with a gun. It has to be a slow and painful death. Maybe I convince someone to murder me the way my mother was murdered. She was killed slowly and painfully. The person ripped her to shreds. Her body was mangled, when it was finally found.
My sister and I are summer and winter. We nothing alike, we hate each other.
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I feel like I'm drowning. I can't breathe and yet I'm not dead. Well I'm not dead on the outside just the inside. I feel hollow like part of me is missing. That part was ripped from me and I hate the man who did that to me, my father.
I saw him murder my mother. He killed her slowly and painfully. I still hear her cries. I was the only one home. My twin sister, Rain, was away. I pretended I didn't hear or see and pretended to be shocked with my father, well if you you'd call him that. He barely looks at me let alone hugs me or tells me he loves me. He's as empty as I am. My sister, I can't read her. I hate her. She doesn't know the pain I feel. The pain I know my mother felt. The tearing of my heart when I see my father. I hate them all.
Everyone thinks I'm perfect. I'm not. My sister is a loser. I hate her. She is a drug addict and is wasting her life. Well I am too but not in such an obvious way. I am a empty fashion obsessed bitch. I hate myself and all my so called friends. They are all shallow bitches. I can't complain I guess. I have a good life, or so it is considered by some.
I go to the movies and sleep with guys. It is expected of me. Everyone knows me and my friends are sluts. I can't really call them my friends though. Just fashion obsessed puddles like me. Well at least they didn't see their mother murdered in cold blood by their father. I did. No one knows the pain and emptiness I feel inside. I hate life. I have attempted suicide but no one knows. Everyone thinks I'm perfect.
I told my sister I hate her. That was in fifth grade. I did hate her. She was father's favorite. I did love her but she hates me and I hate her.
My sister and I hate each other. We are so different. We are like summer and winter.
Authors Note: This is a combined story. My friend Kaeli and I (chocomunke) are writing this story together. This is our first combined story, but defiantly won't be the last! And, this is a pretty short chapter. Usually our chapters will be pretty long, but it will take longer to update than a usual story, because we have to brainstorm together. I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter One:
My life is no ferry tale. My life is like a sad story. It is an awful nightmare that I can't wake up from. My sister is perfect. She has everything she wants, except a normal family. Our family is anything but normal. There is just my twin sister, River, and I and our father. Our mother was murdered. We don't know who murdered her, but I have a suspicion that our father did that. I don't even think he is our father.
My name is Rain. Rain Falling Roberson. My sister, River Flowing Roberson is older than me by two minutes. She is so perfect it is intoxicating. She has a perfect face, body and hair. That is so unlike me. She has this beautiful blond red hair, where I have black hair with white and gray streaks. My eyes are a bright yellow while hers are a purplish color. She has a perfect tan, I am deathly white. Even on the outside, my twin and I are like night and day.
We are like winter and summer. I, of course, am winter. She is summer, happy and bright. I am full of pain while she is full of joy. While her and her preppy friends go out to the movies, I sit at the park with my friends and smoke pot. Not only do I smoke pot, I do drugs, and drink. Drinking and drugs calm me. It makes me take my mind off of my fucked up life.
River has everything I don't. She has a life. I have none. I have drugs. That's my life. When I grow up I'm pretty sure I'm going to be a drug dealer. My best friend Pepper and I are all each other have. At least Pepper has a good family life, she just doesn't admit it. My best friends name really isn't Pepper. It's Dianora. She goes by Pepper and I by Salt. That is what people call us at least. It's some crude joke to them. My life is a joke. I'm just something for people to laugh at. They make fun of my hair, my eyes, my skin, my family, and my lack of smarts. I wish people weren't so shallow. I really am nice on the inside, but ever since my sister told me that she hated me, i just closed up. That was in fifth grade. River decided one day that she didn't like me any more. We are seniors in high school now, and I have no clue how I have passed all of my classes, let alone be aloud into a higher grade.
I wish my life would just end. I have tried committing suicide many times. I have jumped out of trees, I cut my wrists, and I never eat. I haven't eating anything in a week. I want my life to end, but I just can't kill my self with a gun. It has to be a slow and painful death. Maybe I convince someone to murder me the way my mother was murdered. She was killed slowly and painfully. The person ripped her to shreds. Her body was mangled, when it was finally found.
My sister and I are summer and winter. We nothing alike, we hate each other.
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I feel like I'm drowning. I can't breathe and yet I'm not dead. Well I'm not dead on the outside just the inside. I feel hollow like part of me is missing. That part was ripped from me and I hate the man who did that to me, my father.
I saw him murder my mother. He killed her slowly and painfully. I still hear her cries. I was the only one home. My twin sister, Rain, was away. I pretended I didn't hear or see and pretended to be shocked with my father, well if you you'd call him that. He barely looks at me let alone hugs me or tells me he loves me. He's as empty as I am. My sister, I can't read her. I hate her. She doesn't know the pain I feel. The pain I know my mother felt. The tearing of my heart when I see my father. I hate them all.
Everyone thinks I'm perfect. I'm not. My sister is a loser. I hate her. She is a drug addict and is wasting her life. Well I am too but not in such an obvious way. I am a empty fashion obsessed bitch. I hate myself and all my so called friends. They are all shallow bitches. I can't complain I guess. I have a good life, or so it is considered by some.
I go to the movies and sleep with guys. It is expected of me. Everyone knows me and my friends are sluts. I can't really call them my friends though. Just fashion obsessed puddles like me. Well at least they didn't see their mother murdered in cold blood by their father. I did. No one knows the pain and emptiness I feel inside. I hate life. I have attempted suicide but no one knows. Everyone thinks I'm perfect.
I told my sister I hate her. That was in fifth grade. I did hate her. She was father's favorite. I did love her but she hates me and I hate her.
My sister and I hate each other. We are so different. We are like summer and winter.