WEYLYN'S POV
There is a girl in my room.
There is a girl in my room looking through my things.
There is a girl in my room looking through my things without my permission.
There is a girl in my room looking through my things without my permission and I hate her.
There is a girl in my room looking through my things without my permission and I hate her and guess what?
I'm pissed.
"RUTH? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!" I scream rushing forward and ripping my old shirt out of her hands. There is a plastic shopping bag at her feet, full of MY clothes. I tear through it, throwing all my stuff onto my bed. She stays silent as I freak out.
"I swear to god unless you have a good explination for this I am so freaking calling the police." This is getting way out of hand. She shrugs, then walks forward, picking up my purple peasant top and holding it up to her chest.
"Do you think this would look good on me?" she asks, walking up to the mirror. The nerve of her! That's MY stuff, in MY grandparents house!
I pull the shirt out of her hands, "NO!" I yell.
Ruth smirks, picking up another shirt, "Well yeah, I mean. You would fill it out alot better then I would...seeing as your all sylicon and everything." MY BOOBS ARE NOT FAKE! Bitch!
"What the hell! Why are you here! Buy your own clothes!" I shout. She shrugs, flopping down onto my bed.
I'm going to have to change the sheets now.
"Get. Out." I growl, my teeth clenched together. She stands, picking through a few things in my desk.
"I'll call the police. Don't doubt me." She's sifting through the small picture album I keep here. God, she's even tainting my memories.
She turns with a small smirk on her face, "Why!" She snaps, "to wait 30 minutes for them to get here from Hartford? I thought we were friends! What's so wrong with sharing!"
"We're NOT friends! Get out right now and I'll be nice enough to just forget this ever happened!" I open the door, gesturing for her to get out.
Ruth sighs, flipping her way dyed hair. It really looks horrible. It's like, a lightbulb in a grocery-store or something. All florescent or something. UGLY. I hope my hair doesn't look anything like that.
Ruth picks up her now empty plastic bag, then walks out, smiling all the way.
I cannot beleive she was here. It's beyond creepy, how much she's trying to impersonate me. I hope that she's done by now.
Looking into the mirror in the middle of Mom's old vanity, I sigh. My hair looks nothing like hers. Thank God. It's rich and real and has like 5 other colors in it. My eyes are wide, and my forehead's all sweaty. I'm more pale than I usually am too.
That little adventure freaked me out more than I thought it did, apparantly. At least I handled it well enough. She could have done worse.
What if she does? What if she comes to my house, or trys something at school. What if she hurts Mom and Daddy, or the babies. Oh shit. I need to talk to Daddy.
I start running straight to the diner, slowing down only when I reach Taylor's Soda Shoppe, with the double P and the extra E.
Looking through the big Diner windows, I watch Mom and Daddy carefully as I walk. Daddy has his arm around Mom's shoulder, whispering something into her ear, then kissing her cheek lightly. She's laughing, placing her hand ontop of the hand Daddy has resting on Mom's stomach.
Everyone is laughing and talking, having a great time celebrating Bridget and Brock. Ruth is something I can handle myself. They are too happy right now. I'm not going to ruin it for them.
Wes and Hunter will help me, I'll figure it out on my own. I can do this.
After all, I'm a DuGrey.
Sorry it took so long! I had MAJOR writers block! Hope you like it, even though it is a little short.
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