How I met my brothers
An original story by: Crystal Morgan Curtis
Chapter 1
I sat in the back seat of a mustang with my two so-called sisters, Cookie and Brittany. Cookie was reading Teen People magazine. Cookie was all about celebs and fashion. Brittany was chewing gum and talking on the phone with her friend. I've known Cookie and Brittany all my life. I've lived in an orphanage since I was a baby, but that was all about to chance, today I get to meet my brothers.
Cookie is eighteen and Brittany is sixteen. Brittany is one year older than me. I'm fifteen. Ms. Peterson said I have a twin that was fourteen. Ms. Peterson is kind of like my mom; she understands me and helps me with "social" problems. Of course, I could go to Cookie or Brittany, but I'd rather go to Ms. Peterson with my problems.
I'm not like my two "sisters" at all really. I like music and boys. (Of course my sisters do to!) I love music a lot and my sisters aren't in to music much unless it's a really hot boy band! And I love movies. My sisters think there boring. I also love to watch the sun rise in the mornings. Sometimes I get up really early on weekends and watch the sun rise over New York.
"Are we there yet, Ms. Peterson?" I asked Ms. Peterson as hit the soft spot of the car.
I looked at my "sisters" and then crossed my arms and looked out the window. I saw lots of Socs beating up Greasers I couldn't believe that this is were my brothers live. I push my face against the glass wondering will this be the last time I see my sisters.
I've lived on the west side all my life, I can't imagine going to the east side to meet my brothers.
As we pulled up to the house Ms. Peterson said, "well, we're here, are you ready to meet you're brothers, Crystal?"
I nod my head yes. This is the happiest moment of my life.
As we walk up to the house, I could fell my hands shaking. Why am I soo nervous? I thought to myself. They're just boys- who just happens to be greasers and leave on the east side. They'll never like me. I mean, I love sunrises, movies, books, music, and cute boys I mean, I wish I could just meet a boy that likes the same things I do I thought to myself as I got closer to the door but what boy'll be stupid enough to love the same things as I do?
An original story by: Crystal Morgan Curtis
Chapter 1
I sat in the back seat of a mustang with my two so-called sisters, Cookie and Brittany. Cookie was reading Teen People magazine. Cookie was all about celebs and fashion. Brittany was chewing gum and talking on the phone with her friend. I've known Cookie and Brittany all my life. I've lived in an orphanage since I was a baby, but that was all about to chance, today I get to meet my brothers.
Cookie is eighteen and Brittany is sixteen. Brittany is one year older than me. I'm fifteen. Ms. Peterson said I have a twin that was fourteen. Ms. Peterson is kind of like my mom; she understands me and helps me with "social" problems. Of course, I could go to Cookie or Brittany, but I'd rather go to Ms. Peterson with my problems.
I'm not like my two "sisters" at all really. I like music and boys. (Of course my sisters do to!) I love music a lot and my sisters aren't in to music much unless it's a really hot boy band! And I love movies. My sisters think there boring. I also love to watch the sun rise in the mornings. Sometimes I get up really early on weekends and watch the sun rise over New York.
"Are we there yet, Ms. Peterson?" I asked Ms. Peterson as hit the soft spot of the car.
I looked at my "sisters" and then crossed my arms and looked out the window. I saw lots of Socs beating up Greasers I couldn't believe that this is were my brothers live. I push my face against the glass wondering will this be the last time I see my sisters.
I've lived on the west side all my life, I can't imagine going to the east side to meet my brothers.
As we pulled up to the house Ms. Peterson said, "well, we're here, are you ready to meet you're brothers, Crystal?"
I nod my head yes. This is the happiest moment of my life.
As we walk up to the house, I could fell my hands shaking. Why am I soo nervous? I thought to myself. They're just boys- who just happens to be greasers and leave on the east side. They'll never like me. I mean, I love sunrises, movies, books, music, and cute boys I mean, I wish I could just meet a boy that likes the same things I do I thought to myself as I got closer to the door but what boy'll be stupid enough to love the same things as I do?