After the crazy breakfast I went out to the barn. No one really noticed because I'm like my mom a pavement artist. I know my brother might have noticed because he grew up with me slipping into the shadows but most likely didn't because he still never knew for sure when I did it. While I stood there taking deep breaths thinking about going to punch the punching bag to blow off steam someone placed their hand on my shoulder.
"Don't be upset with your brother Gillian. He was just hiding it from us to protect me. Also give Arron some credit he knew you would either beg to meet your father or want to kill him," my mom says and looks at the punching bags.
"I know he was but that doesn't stop me from wishing one of those bags where him so I could beat the crap out of him," I says and hear my mom laugh. It's rare to hear her laugh so when I do I cherish the sound.
"I'm with you on the but instead of Arron I wish it was so many other people," she says and looks at me.
"I know I won't be able to call you mom until the blackthorn people leave. I have to call you Ms. Morgan and no more Sunday diners for a while," I say and look at my mom.
"Very good," my mom says and pulls her arm off me. "Have a good day miss Morgan. Also try not to break anything in this barn." and after that was said my mom left.
I walk over to a punching bag and stay there for a few hours just punching and kicking the thing. Soon I hear someone walk in but I don't look to see who it is. Mainly because I don't care.
"I know your wishing that was me instead of a punching bag," I hear my brother's voice close and look over my shoulder at him. I glare and turn to face him. One thing was for sure my brother and I have grown apart. We might be close during breaks but looking at him now I knew that I didn't really know my twin too much anymore. Just like he most likely didn't know me that much anymore.
"Who cares," I say. My voice held no emotion.
"Okay. I just want to tell you we-" Arron starts but I cut him off.
"Ms. Morgan already told me our normal stuff that we do during the school year will have to stop while your school is here," I snap and cross my arms.
"Gilly stop this. We are going to be spending the semester together wither you like it or not and I will not have my own twin acting as if we are not twins just over a simple thing," he snaps. This is one thing that was different. We never fight. We only act like we fight then laugh it off. Also my brother has never snapped at me.
"No. We are nothing alike and you do not have the right to tell me what to do. Looks like your little act that you put up at home is over. Lastly this thing is not just something simple and don't try to say it is," I say and move past him leaving the barn. While walking back to the mansion I keep my eyes on the ground knowing the way by heart. I just wasn't expecting someone to be walking and grab my arm.
"Your Arron's twin right?" I hear a guy's voice ask and look to see the three guys that were sitting with us. I don't know the two guy twins names, but if I remember right, which I normally do, the third guy is named Dylan and is Alex's twin.
"Depends. At home maybe here no," I snap and pull my arm out to Dylan's hand.
"Yes you guys that's my twin Gillian even though she wishes we weren't twins anymore," I hear Arron.
"Is there a problem here?" I hear someone say behind me. The voice sounded of one of a man but I couldn't place it right there do to all my anger and all I really wanted was to go back to my dorm and read.
"No sir Mr. Goode," the boys answer and I turn to look at my so called birth father and cross my arms looking at him.
"Thank you boys but I was mainly asking this young lady," my dad said looking at me.
"Everything is just fine now if none of you mind I've got stuff to do," I snap then walk into the school and head to my room. Once there I grab the first thing my eyes land on which happens to be a picture of Arron and me when we were younger and close. I look at it for a minute before throwing it at the wall watching as the glass breaks and shards go everywhere.
"Wow someone is really mad. Didn't take off enough anger on the punching bags?" I hear Clary say and look at the door that connected our room to our bathroom.
"Oh, I did but then Arron, my twin, came in and just got me upset again so I left then I ran into the other three and Mr. douche bag," I say and flop onto my bed looking at the celling.
"Why is my life so messed up?" I ask and look over at Clary watching as she moved to her bed and sat on it facing me.
"I wish I could help you but I can't sorry," She says smiling sadly at me.
"It's fine. I wasn't expecting you to answer," I say and look back up at the celling.
"Okay good. Well me and the girls are going to go to the library and get some homework done. You coming?" I hear her ask but I don't look at her.
"No. I finished mine already. Also, I want to be left alone to think plus if I stay in my room less chance of seeing Arron again today." I say and close my eyes listing as Clary stands and stops, most likely getting her backpack, then hear her walk, Next thing I know the door to the room is closed and I let out a sigh in relief.