I decided to write this as a diary and this is my first story. so hopefully its good. Any tips on how to write this better would be appriciated,

August 25th, 2011

Dear Diary,

I was more of the quiet and peaceful types. My twin sister on the other hand…Complete opposite. I hardly talk she talks when someone speaks to her. I use sign language and notes she just blurts things out loud. I mouth things she yells them. Any who hi my name is Rochelle. My twin sister would be Breanna. We just moved to Beacon Hills a day ago and today was our first day. I was nervous but my sister was on more of the 'If anyone pisses me off they are so dead' mode. As we got ready I began to think about our life. We lost our mom at the age of four and our dad is in state prison…again. He always managed to get himself into trouble. We lived with our foster parents but they were hardly home so we practically fended for ourselves.

"Rochelle!" I heard Breanna yell from downstairs.

"yes?" I yelled from inside the shower

"Hurry your butt up we're gonna be late!"

I groaned. Today was bound to be the worst day of my life and to top it off today was the first day back for the Beacon High students. I was just wishing I was invisible. Like people couldn't see me. Psh. Like that's ever gonna happen. I walk downstairs in jeans and a holister shirt. My long brunette hair went down to the small of my back and my bangs slightly covered my left eye. My sister on the other hand was dressed as her normal gothic self.

"You ready?" She asked me as she grabbed our bags and handed me mine.

"yes" I said walking outside and counting my steps as I walk. I have obsessive compulsive disorder which causes me to love to count things. Breanna was used to me doing this. She didn't really notice I did this anymore. I walked quietly counting in my head to Breanna's convertible. I climbed in the passanger's seat as she unlocked the door and got in the car. She started the car and looked at the road. We were still in park.

"Rochelle…"

"yes?" I say looking at her. She was one of the only people I talk to, Breanna says I only talk to 'special' people. By special people she means people I really like like my sister or a cute boy.

"Promise me you'll be strong today."

Oh yes she had to tell me that again. Our last first day of school I broke down in tears and she had to take me home early. "I promise" is all I could say. I didn't really want to talk about anything anymore. I just wanted to get today over with.

"Thank you." was all she said before she put the car in drive and pulled out of the drive way.
The ride to school seemed a lot shorter than it actuially was. Amazing how fast 7 minutes can go by when your scared to death. I was already tearing up when we got into the parking lot and my sister noticed.

"Rochelle you promised me" She said wiping my tears. She was more like a best friend who lived with me than my sister. I felt lucky to have her.

"I know I'm sorry sis." I said looking down hugging my sister sighs softly and hugs me.

"I know your frightened I am too. We gotta be strong. Mom wouldn't want us crying on our first day."

And there she goes bringing up mom. Our mom passed away when we were four years old from breast cancer. We tried not to bring her up often but when we do it always causes tension.

"Breanna…." I say looking down. Now wasn't the time to talk about our mom

"Sorry… But it's the truth" She said hugging me. She kissed my cheek and let me go. "Come on" she said getting out of the car. "Lets just go inside and get today over with".