Broken Angel

Even though Isaac was my “big” brother, we were twins. He was only older than me by at least five months apart. Though, the doctors still called them twins, because of the identical DNA match in some parts.

Isaac didn’t let a day go by without letting me know how he truly felt. That he was so angry how the fucked up parents, had to pull a set of twins apart when they needed each other more than anything.

I knew that I couldn’t blame Isaac for how angry he was. But truly, I didn’t know how to feel sympathetic towards another person.

I watched my mates in the class carve weird letters and symbols into the foil. Once I realized what they were doing, I watched in amazement. How can you turn a piece of trash, into a perfect, and beautiful piece of art?

Anything can be remade new. Only if you want it to… But if you put the opposite sides of the magnets together, and you push with all your might, it still won't go. They aren’t supposed to be together.

I waited and waited for the end of the day bell to ring, it took forever.

It was raining that day, so instead of walking home like I always have, I took the bus, full of girls spraying to much perfume, and guys not wearing enough deodorant. I didn’t mind that, I am not one to judge someone else. I sat up front so Matthew Jupiter couldn’t find me. He was always one for messing with me. Sexually assaulting me. I don’t know why I am not pretty.