The name is true. I am an almost 12, a week from it, and am very contained. All my friends love me, and I’m the same, I am trying to be who I want to be. But it is very hard, there are many challenges.
My dad stands in the way of my life, my mom and him divorced, he married and had twins. Now there are ten people in the house, some of the time. I live with my mom but I want to get away from him. My dad is awful. Getting me in trouble for everything. He doesn’t buy me anything. I’m lucky to get two candy bars from him in a year, wait just one. Two would be a miracle.
My mom is an exact copy of me. We step in the same rythym. We have the same interests. I’m just her twin, except different eye and hair color to keep me my own individual. Also no one ever in my family has creativity. I got that. I am a gifted and talented student at my school. One day they grabbed me out of my class and put me there. I was immediatly in, smarter than everyone. Except for one person, Caleb. We were just about equal. I loved to sing and dance. I loved to play basketball. And though I didn’t know I did at the time, I was connected to running. If running were taken out of me. I wouldn’t be here. It’s just like a person without a heart. We have to go together.
Also, I am a mixture of my mom and my own person. Not like anyone in my family. So many different interests and talents. Such a different smile, shockingly stunning, as my friends say.
But that is Brielle. I am Alex.
Alex, she is just like her mom, own individual, but she is quiet and thoughtful. She is strong and wise. As fast as a cheetah. Even when sick. But Alex wants one thing most in the world. She wants to move, where there are oceans and mountains.
I have two sides. Only one teacher knows that and I just found out she knew that, she lives on my dad’s block, out of school I am not the good and quiet girl. I am just the oppisite.
So at school I am Alex. I live a quiet life. I am smart and talented, sometimes Brielle slips, just not around teachers.
But out, I run. Usually, it’s my transfortation. I am very outgoing, I don’t care if I get hurt. I don’t feel it. I do see the tears and scars but they ware off. I run along with my step brother, Connor 13, sometimes. One time we were running under full moon. Beautiful night. I felt a urge to run more and more, a kind of electricity runs through me, forcing me to go faster it used to hurt, really bad. Back to what I was saying.
Brielle is the bad side of me, preffering night. No need for day. But that is both sides, I hate the sun, it blinds my eyes, that’s why my room is dark. All the time. I can see. When I am Brielle I am very flexible and secretive. No one knows when I’m by them until they turn around and I flash a dazzling smile. Then turn with speed and launch out of the room. Brielle likes to run barefoot on the road, the cold brushing through her hair. Hitting her diamond blue eyes.
Alex is just there. Another part of me.
Now for my story.
Since I started 6th grade.
I hated my dad. He had quit coaching for Misty. Who I hated more. Very much.
I found happiness in my friends, but wasn’t me. I was just quiet and still. I found lots of me near Ian.
Ian and I were the best of friends. Laughing and talking. Smiling and teasing. Everyone liked me in science, because I was myself.
Ian was a clarinet and so was I. Our birthdays land exactly 4 months apart. Except he was a year older. Not much.
But then he moved to saxaphone. Our lives changed, he asked me to be his girlfriend and of course I agreed. But after Christmas break everything changed, I wouldn’t move or talk to him. Something pulled me away, I went to go get my eyes checked and then ended up with contacts. I could see perfectly at night though, so when my contacts were out, I preferred dark. Then came new friends and notes from a Church in a different state. I changed slowly into a better christian and gathered many more friends. I was turned popular. But I rarely said “hi” to Ian.
So he broke up with me and then a week later came begging for me back. I gave him a second chance and talked more often. But not enough. So finally I heard he was saying rumors about us to his friends. I told him he was walking a thin line, and then he fell off. I was angry at him for his lies and dumped him.
It went like this:
I smiled to the second clarinet, Angela. I was first, she blinked at my gaze and then looked away, I stopped smiling and she turned back, “I’m going to get rid of him.” I said, anger in my perfect eyes, “I can say it.” I shrugged, “Well, maybe.” Ian walked over and Angela stood up protectively in front of me, Mr. Rountree told him to sit. We all knew what he was going to say, the rumor was going around about I was thinking about getting rid of him. He sighed and pulled his clarinet to his face, he sat down and started playing.
“Ok. But do it now, don’t let him come after me.” She told him. I smiled. I could feel the sadness in him but that was what he deserved, after two months he is still begging for my apology, but I refuse. I can’t help it I get better by the day. More cheerful and smart more open and beautiful. I was trying to impress somebody. And this time it was a crush I had since 4th grade.
So my life is complicated, getting easier. I can’t say who I like, but he is wonderful. We are alike. He’s smart, handsome, nice, has a good group of friends. He’s in g.t.’s to and he’s my age.
I would like to say more but I can't.So I am saying, I am like no other of my families. Oh and I forgot, my 2nd cousin was in the olypics for running, but I feel I have more interest in it. She died in a car crash :C I plan to fill her place one day though.More later
