I know it sounds weird but me and my sister Tori despite me being adopted have the same birthday same month year everything, she's the older twin being 12 minutes older. She definitely lets that get to her head. We don't really get along she's like...
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
Fed up with Tori's 'holier-than-thou' attitude and her stealing another boyfriend, I've decided to move on. I informed my mom about switching schools and applied to Hollywood Arts a month ago, where my older sister Trina studies. After receiving my acceptance letter yesterday, I made my mom, dad, and Trina promise not to inform Tori. They agreed, and today marks my first day, where I'm determined to make an outstanding impression.
I woke up at 6:30 to beat Tori and Trina to the bathroom—they take ages in there. Trina's time is understandable; she emerges looking stunning. Tori, however, somehow manages to look worse than before. After claiming the bathroom, I indulged in a hot shower, embracing the sweet pea scent from Bath and Body Works—my absolute favorite. It just seems to suit me perfectly. Post-shower, I dried off, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and then began to get dressed.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
I slipped into a cropped red halter top, some short denim shorts, and my red and black Jordan Ones. I divided my two-toned twists into two ponytails, letting some strands hang loose, then I applied my makeup. As I stepped out of the bathroom, Trina and Tori were just waking up, racing to be the first one in. Tori sneered at me and said,
"Why are you up so early, Tyanna? School doesn't start until 9."
I rolled my eyes at her and replied, "Actually, Victoria, school starts at 9 for you; it starts at 8:30 for me." She gave me a confused look, but before she could speak, I turned to Trina, who said,
"Oh, did we forget to tell you? Yanna switched schools; she doesn't go to Sherwood anymore."
Tori glared at me before shoving past Trina into the bathroom.
"Rude ass." I muttered, heading back to my room to pick up my bag, phone, chargers, and AirPods. Then, I went downstairs to wait for Trina. After about an hour and a half, Trina finally came down with her things, took her keys, and just as we were about to leave, Victoria blocked our way.
"Wait, how am I supposed to get to school?" she asked. I looked at her with disbelief; it was baffling—she had taken the bus before, so there was no reason she couldn't now. My change of schools had nothing to do with her transportation. "You can ride the bus as usual," I responded. She became upset after that, behaving as if she never took the bus. Trina and I simply ignored her and continued on our way out. We hopped into her car and headed to Hollywood Arts. I felt a bit nervous, but I was confident I'd fit in better there than at my old school, especially without Tori there to spread rumors about me.
