Reagan
By: Rio
You
know what I don’t find fair? My twin sister, Riley, is off in Chicago at some
writing school while I’m stuck here in Texas. Riley hates school; she was pulling a C/D grade average and I’m pulling
an A average. She got detention almost all the time. We’re 17 and when mom
found out Riley was sending away a money order to the board of education, she
got angry. She told her that she couldn’t go and it went on for weeks (Trust me; you do NOT want to get
into an argument with our mother. Why? Because she’ll win) Anyway… Mom finally
let her go after packing her stuff up. Now, I’m here in an empty room by myself
and it sucks. We took an English test before break and I got a D on it. Mom wasn’t happy about it and my dad said that
I had potential. If I had potential, then why isn’t it ME in a writing school?
I’m
a junior in high school and I have a 4.0GPA. I’m in mostly AP classes and I have
friends. I hang out at the mall and go out on dates. Well, I used to until I
met Rey (yes, wrestler Rey Mysterio). I still hang out at the mall and hang out
with friends, but I don’t go out on dates (Well…Sometimes I do). I have short
blonde hair and blue eyes. I miss my sister, but I’m slightly jealous of her
too. Last I heard from her, she was doing really well. Her paper got published
in the school journal all because she’s friends with the editor (That, and Riley
takes after our mother when it comes to writing). Riley used to make her own,
bloody, gory comic books. She drew and wrote it out herself. Oh. And she loves to play sports. Riley isn’t the “girly
girl” kind of person. She’s a tom boy. Loves to play basketball and football
and baseball… Me? I’m on the basketball team at school. I have a job at
Starbucks.
It’s
empty without Riley around… Trust me, I have self-esteem. I have plenty of it.
I just wish…that I too could be something. Everybody says that I have potential,
but do I? I want to be a doctor. I love helping people and I do a lot of stuff
at the hospital. My sister, Lili, is a cardiothoracic surgeon at Methodist
Hospital in Houston. I want to work with kids, maybe at Saint Jude’s Hospital
or something. Jinny is currently in medical school and she says that it’s hard
and expensive. Lili and mom say the same thing. My mom always says find something that YOU’RE interested in
doing… Not what everybody else is doing. Make your own path in life and enjoy
living it. Oh, I try…
I
don’t know what I want anymore. I’m tired all the time; I work out three times
a week (Monday, Wednesday, and Friday). I’m on the basketball team, I’m on the
honor roll, I have a job… I pay insurance, my car payment, my cellphone bill,
my credit card bill (Always, after every purchase). I help out with the younger
kids around the house… Is this what my life is going to become? Over the summer,
I spent it mostly in England, Spain, and Rome, Scotland). For part of my
winter, I spent it in Egypt, doing an archeological dig. My brother, Degas,
loved doing archeological digs in Egypt. He still goes to Egypt and other
places every summer to do them. I decided to chop off my hair a good bit
because I was taking too long in the shower and the drain kept getting plugged
up with my hair (That’s disgusting to clean out, by the way!).
Well, my English
teacher wants us to write a story about our lives. It can be fictional (not
real), non-fiction (Real), or whatever we want, as long as its school
appropriate. So, I’ll give it a try. I moved my laptop onto my lap and began
typing.
The loud shrill of the alarm was the only
sound in the otherwise peacefulness of her room. Reagan’s hand shot out to stop
the annoying noise and curled deeper into her blankets. The body next to her
shifted and pulled her closer.
“You need to get up, mi amor” the deep Mexican
accent spoke in the darkness.
“I know…” She said, voice husky from sleep
Arousing from her
sleep, Reagan did her morning routine, which included showering, brushing her
teeth, and getting dressed. Once she finished that, she grabbed her bag and
headed downstairs for breakfast. Once there, she found her little brother,
Jeremy already at the table, same with their parents.
“Hi, Reag!” Jeremy
greeted happily as he ate his eggs
“Hi, Jer!” She
replied just as happily, sitting next to him as she grabbed some fruit and
toast.
Finishing breakfast,
Reagan made her way to her blue Dodge Charger. She bought it last year for her
birthday after she saved up her money. Making her way to school, she picked up
her two best friends, Billy (She’s a girl), and Joel (Also a girl). Billy plays
on the softball team and Joel is on the volleyball team.
Once they arrived
at school, Reagan parked and they all headed inside. The halls were bustling
with kids as they made their way to their lockers.
“Did you hear that
Ashleigh got suspended because she flashed the entire cafeteria?” Joel mentioned
as they shook their heads.
“How’d that
happen?” Billy asked as Joel laughed
“Somebody spilt spaghetti
on the cafeteria floor and she slipped”
Reagan, grabbing her AP Trigonometry book and binder, shook her head.
“Well, that’s good, I suppose”
“What’s wrong, Reag?” Billy asked as she
sighed
“Nothin’, Bill… Really” She said, smiling.
After arriving in her math class, Reagan took her seat and took out her
homework. With her legs crossed, she took out her phone and started texting Riley.
Soon enough, class had started.
