Sometimes Mirrors Shatter
Preface:
It was the day before my adopted brother Vlad came home from the academy he went to. My adopted mom home schooled me; she was really paranoid about everything. We had lived in New Zealand until I was six and had moved to the states after some weird accident when my family was attacked by this gang or something. I was really little when it happened so I couldn't remember much and seeming as my mom was really jumpy about every little thing (I think the attack made her that way) she didn't talk about it much. But I could care less, in less than a day I would get to see Vlad! It was the only real fun I had when he came. Of course I had every technological gadget you could imagine but I just loved being around him. I didn't understand why my mom wouldn't let me go to school with him; she'd never tell me why. So I lived for the few weeks of the year I got to see him because the stupid academy he went to made him stay all year round. Vlad was fun loving and we had many of the same interests; we were the perfect brother and sister.
I was obsessed with everything about the Beatles and skateboarding; Vlad always said that it was a weird combination but I was me and nothing could change that. He shared my interest in skateboarding but wouldn't ever agree that the Beatles were sexy in their younger days (they were though). Some people called us twins, I could believe them to an extent because we both had black hair and were good looking. But I had crystal blue eyes and him emerald green eyes. I was super-slim but short while he was really tall and super buff. It was a wonder he didn't break his skateboard in half while we were out doing tricks because he was so huge. We always got along but he didn't with most people. He got into fights a lot in school and wasn't really open and pleasant, I was the only one who could bring out those characteristics in him.
Not even my mom or dad could make him smile, only me. So should I have been pleased or worried? I could pour my heart and soul out to him in a moment's notice and him the same with me. Even though I was bright and cheery all the time I couldn't really trust anyone but him. We knew each other so well. I had always loved him in a brother-sister type of way but not romantically. I could never think of my brother that way-it was just gross! But I guess I knew all along that my parents thought we were a good match for each other but I never really thought about it. I couldn't possibly love him like that. Or could I? Or, would someone else catch my eye?