Tired of Feeling Alone

"I am Alissa Brook Styles. All I can tell you is there is no word to describe how much I hate my brother. No not one of those brother-sister, love-hate relationships, I mean I hate him."
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Right then my mom told me, You're going on tour with your brother, are you not excited or what. I was fuming, how could she do this. I lost it , " How could I be excited to spend months with my stupid brother, it is bad enough having him back for a week, I am not going. My mom quickly responded " yes you are i'm going to Australia, for 6 months and you're going with your brother and that is final. I had no use fighting i was stuck in a hell hole for 6 months how could this get any worse.

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1. Better Be Worth It

* Beep* *Beep* Mom shut it off I screamed. My mom walked in No Alissa get up you have to see your brother then go to Karate. I sat up " mom I don't want to see him he is a conceded jerk who basically ruined my life. My mom responded I don't care, he is your brother and you have to love no matter what you think he did to you. All I can tell you is that is a lie I absolutely hate him, he is nothing to me anymore.  

She left the room. Ugh another terrible day with my annoying brother, and four of his obnoxious friends. I got up out of bed And walked in the bathroom to quickly avoid my brother. I Took a quick shower and went to my room and got dressed. I was returning to go to do my make up and hair when I ran into Harry. I yelled at him to move, he refused. All he said was come on Alissa we have to have a normal conversation at some point, you are my sister, and my twin for crying out loud. Oh yes i forget to mention that I am his twin as well, we don't look alike but we definitely have the same stubborn personality. I quickly responded to him saying that our "brother-sister bond" ended the day he left. But I'm sorry he said. Sorry will not get back the two years of my life you were gone and left me here, not a phone call, not a Skype message, not even a text, just face it you forget about me, and i'm done with you.

I rushed past him on the verge of tears remembering all that I went though in those two years. I ran to my room and sat on my bed, crying. My dad died, Harry was on the X-factor. He was on his first tour when I was mopping. He was living the dream, and I was living the nightmare. Harry was always my rock, and comforted me when I was sad. When he left I had nothing, I was happy for him for making on the X- factor, at first but then he just stopped caring, about me. He was on to bigger and better things. He had no time for his twin, his sister, or his best friend. At first when he got back I wanted to have a good relationship. But any good that he had went out the door along with him.

Harry walked in the room and sat next to me. He tried to tell me that it would be ok but you know what I am done. I got up of the bed at was about to go back the bathroom, but before I did I screamed Just leave my life, I am sick of you sugarcoating what you did. I'm done with you're little pretty boy image when in reality you're just a jerk! He quickly go up a rushed out of the room making a point to bump into my shoulder before leaving. I could tell he was livid and this time I don't care. I went back into the bathroom, brushed through my dark brown hair ,and brushed my teeth. I walked down stairs to see all the boys at the table eating. I awkwardly sat down and started to eat. I tried to make conversation, so mom when are you taking me to karate? Well actually I am not , the boys are. I looked at my mom with wide eyes. NO, no i am not letting 5 idiots take me, they are going to embarrass me so bad, plus why would i want to be in the same car, let alone the same country as him. I pointed at Harry. Sorry Lis I am busy ,and I can't but I definitely have a surprise when you get home. This better be worth it.

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