Post by joelle on Dec 4, 2010 13:03:30 GMT -6
JOELLE CAITLIN EVANS-SHADE ,
EIGHTEEN , MUSIC , NINA DOBREV
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[/size][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]I was born to Linda and Mark Evans-Shade on May 17, 1992. Life was good, I'll admit it. I was kind of spoiled. I remember when they adopted the girl I now call my sister, because I didn't have many friends. I was furious. I didn't want an adopted "twin" sister. I hated Lexy -- with a passion. That changed.
May 19, 1996, two days after my fourth birthday. They had a boat. They went out on the boat that day, leaving me with the babysitter all day long. I wasn't too fond of that idea. I hated being left with a babysitter. I didn't like our usual one, Melissa. But that was kind of left in the dust when I got afraid of the storm outside. Lexy was afraid, too. We were pretty alike, even at this point, when we hated each other's guts. Actually, I hated her. She was perfectly fine. She tried so hard...
It was a nice day until just after dinnertime. The clouds came rolling in and there was a lot of rain, and wind, and thunder. A bit of lightning, too. Lexy and I watched from the living room window, peering cautiously through the glass in the general direction of the ocean. We'd lived only three blocks from the beach in Alice Springs, a small town in California. I hid behind the curtains every time there was a flash of lightning. It took forever for me to fall asleep...
My babysitter tucked us in and sang to us until we drifted off. It took a lot of songs, but it was okay, because Melissa was a good singer. She hadn't actually been so bad. Maybe I only didn't like her because the first time she babysat us, she hadn't let me watch the Barbie movie I wanted to watch. Lexy didn't care. I think Lexy loved Melissa.
When we woke up in the morning, the storm was over. We ran into our parents' room to see if they were okay. They weren't there. I figured maybe they were already up, so I went into the kitchen, Lexy following me. To get there, you had to go through the living room. I screamed when I saw Melissa, asleep on the couch. Lexy followed suit. Melissa was pissed that we woke her up, but she didn't care anymore when she realized that it was eight-thirty in the morning and our parents weren't home yet. Our grandparents phoned when she was making us breakfast.
Melissa went white about five seconds into the phone call. I stared anxiously at her, completely aware that something was wrong, even if my four-year-old mind couldn't comprehend the possibilities. When she hung up the phone, she just told us that our grandparents were coming to pick me up, and we should finish my eggs and go pack our things. She helped us pack.
We didn't know for at least a week that our parents had drowned.
Lexy and I are very similar now. We have been since we moved in with our grandparents. We couldn't look more different -- me being brunette, her being blonde and all -- but our personalities are so similar, it's not even funny. Sometimes I forget, just for a moment, that she's not actually my twin. We're best friends; we know every little detail about each other, even our deepest, darkest secrets.
We've lived with my grandparents ever since our parents' deaths, growing up with a very small amount of rules, a love of the outdoors, and an ever-present fear of the water. I don't take baths anymore; I haven't since I was able to clean myself properly in the shower. Showers I make quick. I haven't gone in a swimming pool or a lake or the ocean since that day, and I hate going out in the rain. After the rain is gone, I will willingly go outside, avoiding puddles and just breathing in the fresh-smelling air. I love that smell.
Even drinking water freaks me out. I gulp it down as fast as possible without choking, just so I don't have to stare at the glass of water next to my plate. I prefer milk and juice. I also get the chills whenever someone mentions how a certain percentage of the human body is water. And Lexy? She's exactly the same. We bonded over our common fear.
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