The two sides…

… It felt like the world was twirling and crashing into darkness. I never understood why I went with the tragedy I helped create. I never understood how she found out…

1

I always felt like I was a missing puzzle piece. A tragedy brought into the world. My mother says I'm a "gift", but I feel more like a curse. I was born with a twin sister, Alexis, who is the complete opposite of me. She's the smart, pretty, popular girl whose mind revolves around boys and the color pink. I on the other hand, am the shadow of my sister: Goth. I never understood why I became a Goth. I always seemed to enjoy the lifestyle. My mind revolves around, school. NO guys, drama, or fashion. My fashion lifestyle consists of dark, bleak colors. I only have two friends, Jennifer and Kayla, both Goth. I enjoy knowing they are just like me… "Lexington! Wake up! Get out of this cave!" My sister hollered. I groaned thinking that today is the beginning of the end: high school freshman year. I rolled out of bed, and walked grimly to the bathroom. I washed off my face, brushed my teeth, and brushed my coffee colored (black coffee) hair. I wish it was black but my mom won't let me dye it.

After that, I shuffled to my bedroom and opened the blinds revealing sunlight that bounced off of my black colored walls. My eyes stung. I was able to find my bed and roll the sheets off and remove the pillows, recreating a neatly made bed. After that, I walked down stairs and sat at the counter. "Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well?" My mother asked. I groaned. Alexis was filing her nails. My mother brought a tray over with two dishes of pancakes, one for me and the other for Alexis. "Thanks" I said and grabbed a fork. "Mom, you know I don't eat this calorie crazy food!" Alexis stated. I rolled my eyes. Alexis was naturally skinny and always worried about her weight. I as well am naturally skinny so it compliments my clothes, kind of like the Goth girl of Glee. I ate my pancakes and walked upstairs knowing today was death.

I boarded the bus knowing people stared. Today I wore a black jean vest, with a matching black mini shirt with splatters of dark colors. I wore army boots and fishnet arm socks. All my ear piercings had skulls on them. My hair covered one of my eyes and part of my black lips. People stared. I didn't care. I took a seat in the back and received the worst text possible:

Hey Lexington, Im so sorry to say but Jen and I aren't coming to school, my mom told me that Jen is moving to California and we won't hear from her again and I'm being forced to a private school. I am so sorry, I gtg ill ttyl dnt reply, Kayla.

I shrugged it off thinking that I'll have no friends. I didn't really care. I looked to the front of the bus seeing my sister hanging with the popular kids; she turned looked at me and just turned back. I gave her the finger.

The bus rolled into East Woodridge High. I looked out the window, no new kids. Now I felt tenser. As I walked off the bus, some people stared. I glared at them and walked on. I knew this wasn't going to be a good year.

"They all just stared. A snicker here and their but I knew what they were thinking, about how I'm probably a slut and have horrible grades. But as I walked in, I saw him, I never felt this way before, I saw a guy, an d I felt love, this never happened and I ignored it… Well I tried…"