I woke up in the middle of the night, I was in the same bed as my twin sister, Viktorya. I heard my father arguing with my mother about something, they were speaking in Russian. Too bad Viktorya and I didn't know full Russian. Well, we were learning in school. I looked over at my sister. She could sleep through anything, she was so lucky. I was always a bit envious of her. I have short straight black-brown hair, I actually got it cut about two days ago.
Viktorya told me she didn't like her brown hair though her hair was really long and curly. She said one day she will be a red head, and I laughed at that idea. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the front door and listened closely to see what mother or father would do. All I heard was a thank you from my mothers mouth and a shut of the door. I disregarded the situation though, because my mind was going blank and my eyes felt heavy and I then fell back asleep.
In the morning I woke up late, I would guess from the lack of sleep was the reason. Viktorya wasn't there of course she probably went down to the kitchen to help out with breakfast. I rubbed my eyes and hopped out of bed in my pajamas. Good thing it was the weekend, I probably would have been dead if it were a school day. I ran down stairs to the kitchen to see mother, father, and Viktorya there at the table with my place already set for me.
I sad down at the small wooden kitchen table and I smiled at my family, they were also smiling so I suppose nothing could be bad at the time.
"Thank you, for setting my plate at the table, mother or Viktorya." Mother giggled. "You are welcome, dear sister." When Viktorya spoke I realized her voice was much more gentle, I wish mine sounded like that, I'm too jealous of her. "So what are we to do this weekend?" I swear the whole family could hear the angst in my voice, I was excited for something to happen, something different.
Little did I know something different was going to happen, to me. Mother looked at me with a sorrowful smile on her face and it looked as if she were about to break down into tears. Viktorya was looking down and eating her breakfast nonchalantly. Father's face was stone, just plain stone, no expression at all.
"Anzhela, you're going to go live with your aunt Maria for a while in the United States. The house officers visited last night and said every family was to only have one daughter in the house and Viktorya stays because she is older."
When my mother spoke it felt as if my heart was being ripped out of my chest at that moment, I could feel the blood rushing through my body rapidly. I didn't want this, who could want this?! I don't even know my Aunt Maria, nor if I even had an Aunt Maria. Viktorya looked at me and I couldn't tell what she was feeling by her expression, she just looked un naturally pale. I took a deep breath and cleared my voice before I spoke.
"When do I leave?"
My voice was so flat it sounded as if I were reciting a eulogy.
"You leave tomorrow."
"I'll go ahead and pack my bags then"
I lied, I just wanted to escape from this atmosphere. Who would want to stay in this hellish room for another minute anyways? No one, obviously. So I darted to my room hoping for at least Viktorya to follow me to say something, and she did like I expected.
"Anzhela, it could be a blessing in disguise."
Though she said something nice it sounded so cruel. I loved my sister the most out of anyone but for that coming out of her mouth I clenched my fists tightly to restrain myself from throwing her against the wall.
I remembered my mothers voice just a couple of minutes ago mentioning she was older. Technically she was older WE ARE TWINS, WHO IS REALLY OLDER?! I wanted to scream it loud, but I couldn't, I couldn't do anything about this decision because it was already made for me.
"Viktorya…promise me while I'm gone, that you'll have enough fun for the two of us."
I smiled after I said that, and I let all of my anger go.