Reag

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.