Post by lexy on Dec 4, 2010 14:29:23 GMT -6
ALEXA RAIN EVANS-SHADE ,
EIGHTEEN , MODELING , CANDICE ACCOLA
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[/size][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]Let me just begin by saying that I know I look nothing like my sister. I'm adopted. I know it's kind of weird to have a twin who isn't really your twin, but that's okay, right? My family is messed up. I was abandoned. I have no idea who my birth parents are or why they left me in an empty shopping cart at the grocery store, but I was in an orphanage when I was just a few weeks old. Life sucked. I was adopted on May 17, 1993. I guess that might be why my "twin," Joelle, hated me... Because I was adopted on her third birthday (which I call my birthday now, although I have no idea when my real birthday is). Maybe that kind of cast this shadow over her birthday. Three-year-olds get upset easily, right?
One year and two days later, my adoptive parents went out on their boat. We lived in a small town in Alice Springs, California, and our house was close enough to the beach that we could smell the salty sea air. That's always been my favourite smell -- the beach. Seaweed and salt and sun. Does sun even have a smell? Well, to me, it does.
Melissa was our babysitter. She was there with us all day. I remember how she got mad at us because we were fighting over a Barbie or something lame like that. Then, just after dinner, these big grey clouds came along and it started to rain. You could hear the wind from inside the house, and me and Joelle were just sitting there jumping a foot in the air at every clap of thunder. We watched from the living room window. Melissa tucked us into bed and sang to us until we fell asleep. She was a good singer.
In the morning, I woke up and the storm was over. I followed Joelle into the master bedroom to see our parents, but they weren't there. Then I trailed after her into the kitchen. Melissa was asleep on the couch. I didn't notice until Joelle screamed. I screamed, too. Melissa was mad, but when she figured out that it was morning and our parents weren't home, she made us breakfast. When our grandparents phoned, she turned as white as a sheet. Then she told us that our grandparents were going to pick us up and we should pack our things. It took a week or so before we finally learned that our parents had died.
Joelle and I became friends soon after that. We're best friends, actually. We know everything about each other, and we're the crazy type of outgoing friends who just break all of the rules together and collapse laughing every five seconds. We both grew up with a miniscule amount of rules, a love of the outdoors, and this horrible fear of the water. Ever since we were old enough to take showers, we have been avoiding baths. And neither of us have gone in the water (swimming pool, lake, ocean, whatever) in fourteen years.
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