A.n. this is adopted from I'm- Not- Good- I'm- Better so the first 8 chapters are hers so the cedit for them goes to her i'm just gonna put up the first 8 chapters so the story is all in 1 place and then i'll start writing it myself next week probably
She's dead. My mom is dead. Grant's mom is dead.
I lived with her and only her, and now she's dead. Don't make me tell you anymore.
Tomorrow, I'm moving from Maine to Virginia. I'll live with my twin brother, Grant, and our dad. I don't really know what he's like. Mom was strict so that's the only way I know how to live: by rules.
I'm very close to Grant. I barely see him but we email, text and call each other all the time. It will be awesome to live with him.
I curled my hair to flowing waves. Dressed in a short denim skirt and a red tank top, I slipped on some shoes and headed toward Joe's car. Joe is my par- my dad's best friend. I love Joe. He's awesome. He was taking me to my dad-he didn't want me to be along for more than 2 seconds. Joe looked me up and down and gave me a skeptical look.
"I want to look good I'll be getting to go to school today!" This all took place early early in the morning. He shrugged and let me in.
The car ride was silent. It was a painful kind of silence. I didn't want to talk to him, and he didn't know how to talk to me. Halfway through the plane ride I started talking.
"What's he like?" I asked. He looked at me, confused. "My dad. I've seen him only a couple times, and it was barely for five minutes."
Sympathetically, he said, "He's very fun. Loose ruled, unlike your mother. Don't worry," he smirked, "you'll survive." And the silence returns. As the plane landed and we walked out of the hall to the luggage, I didn't expect strong arms to pick me up and twirl me around.
"There's my little girl!" my dad said as he put me down. "Oh, hi Joe." Ha! Joe isn't as appreciated as me! Maybe I will survive. "Cameron, what are you wearing?" Maybe I won't.
"I wanted to show my daddy how pretty I've become," I said in the sweetest voice I could. The only thing I know about my dad, is that he is a sucker for his little girl. He smiled at me.
After all the airport crap, I was taken to school. Joe is going to stay with us for a while. I couldn't wait to see Grant!
I walked into the school office and went through that. School started a couple of weeks ago. Sorry for lack of details, but this is usually the really boring part. I was told my classes were the same as Grant's. His locker isn't by mine, but I got his number to surprise him. Sadly, he doesn't know yet. I'll tell him later. I walked to his locker, and tried to ignore all the people staring at me. His back was to me while he was at his locker talking to someone I assumed to be Jonas. Jonas looked my way, and I quickly signaled for him to stay quiet. A place my hands on Grant's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "boo!"
He screamed so loud, I couldn't help but crack up. He turned to me angrily, until he saw me. He hugged me tightly. "Oh my god. Cam, what are you doing here?"
"I'm going to school here now!"
"What about mom?"
I hesitated. "She's… totally fine with it."
"Well, that's awesome!" After all that, he looked at me and said, "What the hell are you wearing?"
"WELL, I got to get to my locker. See ya," I said in a rush.
"Let me escort my little sister to her locker," he replied glaring at every boy staring at me.
"I so wish I could get out of this."
"You're the one who decided to take after mom AND dad." It was true. Grant looked so much like mom, but I was a mix. I had light hair like my mom, and bright blue eyes like my fathers. A lot of people say that I'm really pretty, but I just don't see it. Light brown hair, blue eyes. What's the big deal?
"Doesn't mean you can be an overprotective brother," I grinned.
He huffed, but I let it slide. We put my stuff in my locker, and headed to English. As we walked in I felt all eyes turn to me. I bit back a smile. This is going to be a long year.