I have a sister. Her name is Brooke Davis. She is absolutely beautiful and a tutor. She is also a cheerleader. She always wanted to be Cheer Captain but knew that she probably would never be good enough to become one.
She isn't the most popular person either...but she is loved by many students.
How I know any of this? Well...I've heard alot about her. It's not like she'd talk to me in a proper way anytime soon.
But the sad thing is that she doesn't love me. I'm a nobody to her, she even told me once that I'd never play a role in her life and that she wished I wasn't there. She hates me! And I don't even know why.
My name is Evangeline. I'm 16 years old and a Junior at Tree Hill High. I just moved here. I can remember the day Brooke picked me up from the Airport. It was the first time we have ever met each other. I was so exited to finally meet her. My father told me alot about her. Well, my adoptive father. He described her as a loyal and passionate person who would do everything for the ones she loves but also told me about her difficult character. She could be mean, stubborn and a total pain in the ass. I was exited anyway...I knew that every person had their flaws and that nobody was perfect.
But when I walked over to her at the airport and saw the cold, dull eyes that were staring at me, I freaked. It wasn't what I expected.
The first thing she said to me was not to talk to her and not to look into her direction. She told me that she didn't want all of this and to stay out of her way.
It hurt.
My life hasn't been easy for me the last couple of months. There is a reason why I had to move in with Brooke. You see...Brooke and I have the same father. Richard. His first wife was Victoria, Brookes mother. After he got her pregnant he left her...and met my birth-mother Ellen. After I was born he left her as well. Since my mom was very young when she had me she decided to give me up for adoption. The family who took me in was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I had a beautiful childhood, wonderful parents and great siblings with whom I shared a tight bond.
But this seemingly perfect life crushed like a house of cards 2 months ago. I was about to participate in a gymnastic competition in China. My parents and siblings decided to come and cheer me on. I didn't fly with them though, because our coach wanted us to be in China one week in advance. My parents were supposed to come 2 days before the competition.
There was a huge storm. Rain.
My whole family died in a plane-crash on June 26th. They were all gone. I had to watch how 6 wooden caskets were lowered into the ground.
There were times after the accident where I was about to give up. I wanted it to stop. The feeling of loneliness. The pain. The grief.
I wanted it to go away for god sakes...until I found out about my sister Brooke. I found out that she lived in Tree Hill. On her own. Getting to know that I had a sister was like seeing some light at the end of the tunnel. It gave me hope. It gave me back some strength that I believed I had lost a long time ago.
And now? Now I'm sitting at a lounge table...alone. I turn around and look at her. She is laughing with her friends. She looks happy. She looks satisfied. It doesn't seem to bother her at all that her sister is sitting behind her. Alone.
I sigh and turn back around to look into one of my math books. I totally suck at/in math. I just don't get it. I want to get it so badly, but it seems like my brain can't handle those figures and statistics. My teacher told me to get an tutor . His recommandation was to go to Brooke , because she's the best tutor the school has.. That is what my teacher told me. I can't ask her. She will laugh into my face. She will make fun of me and tell me that I'm stupid and a loser. That is what she says everyday. When I come home from school. When I get up in the morning or when I'm about to head to bed late at night.
Every freaking day.
What did I ever do that makes her hate me so much? What did I ever do to deserve all of this? I lost my family and I have a feeling that I also lost something I never really had: A big sister.
My other siblings were all younger. I loved them so much, I still do, but it wasn't the same. I've always dreamed of a sister who would be there for me when I needed someone. And when I found out about her I was so sure that everything would be ok someday.
But nothing is ok and the way I see it, it never will be. I want to see my family again. I want the people back who loved me unconditionally. I'm nothing more than a soulless body that has to function. I have no friends, no family. Nothing.
Why am I still here? What is my purpose in life? I have nothing to live for and yet, I'm not able to end it all.
I don't know why. Maybe because there is still some hope hidden in the depths of my heart that Brooke might open up to me sometime.