I guess you could say I’m the type of person who goes to the beat of her own drum. My father’s gone, and that’s sad to say, considering he was the only person who ever believed in me. I don’t even believe in myself, I see too many flaws. I don’t even know who my mother is; she bailed when I was about one. I have the hardest time trusting people, all anyone has ever done is let me down. You give one person the ability to see inside your life, see the real you and they stab you in the back. My life is like a rolling ball of disappointment, and I have no way to fix that. So I just go along with it, am the terrible person like I was meant to be, getting in trouble, flunk every class, and be the girl no one wants to be around .This story is not meant to be a rant to you about my life, but how and why I changed myself, for the better.

In my opinion, everything happened for a reason. For me to get a chance to start over, to become the me that I am supposed to be. I finally got my chance to right my wrongs, fix that stupid rolling ball of sadness, and show everyone that I do have the ability to do big things in life.

That day went by in some sort of blur, like I was only supposed to remember it in vague memories. That new kid kept looking at me in Spanish 1 and I couldn’t help but stare back. He was unlike anyone I had ever seen before, he looked like me. Lonely, miserable, wanting to get away from everything. He walked up to me at the end of class, and just kind of stood there.

“Um, hello?” I say, getting aggravated by his stupidity.

He tries to hide his laughter but fails miserably. He doesn’t say anything, just walks out of the room without one single word. I follow him, my curiosity getting the best of me. He keeps walking until he gets to the doors of the student parking lot.

Please do not walk out of that door, I think to myself.

Just my luck, the door swings open and he goes strutting out. Why am I still following him? What type of idiot am I? He walks up to an old looking truck before he flashes me a smile.

“Get in.” he says simply.



A thousand thoughts run through my mind, he could be a killer, he could kill me, or he could be really nice and just want to buy me coffee. Well, I doubt that, but still, it’s a nice thought. I get into the truck anyway, thinking my life cannot get any worse than it already is.

We drive for a couple of minutes before stopping at a graveyard.


This is where my father is buried. How is this even possible? Why did he take me here?

He hops out of the truck, and I follow, yet again. He strides up to a grave that has a name on it; Grace Lori Elburn. The grave to the right of it is my father; Michael John Morrison Jr. I don’t say anything, so the boy speaks up.

“I saw your name, and I thought of him. I know he was your father, I know who you are. Funny thing is; you have no idea who I am. I grew up without a father; you grew up without a mother. Wouldn’t you say that’s a bit ironic? Don’t answer that, just listen. My mother died of cancer, and on the day of her death she told me one thing and one thing only. She had a job for me. To find my twin sister. That’s where you come into play. You see, our mother and father couldn’t get along, so dad took you, and mom took me. She had said that I needed to find you; that the only family we had left was each other.”

He ends it at that, no more words flow out of his mouth, just heavy breathing. I stand there, in shock, feeling numb, confused. I open my mouth to attempt to begin a sentence, but nothing happens. My hands are shaking and my head is pounding.

“So you’re saying that you are my twin brother? No, no, no, that makes absolutely no sense. There’s no possible way that I have a twin brother and my father didn’t tell me about him.” I yell.


I’m not sure why I yell, I guess the anger is finally settling in.

“Gavin Evan Morrison.” He says simply.

“Gabriel Elizabeth Morrison.” I answer, wondering why he waits until now to tell me his name.

“Same initials.”


“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means everything.”

My mind is heading in every direction, and I have no way to steer the right way, because I’m not sure what the right way is. I walk away from him, from the graves, from the world. I just need to get back to school before anyone notices I was gone. I check my phone for the time. Unbelievable, it’s been two hours. My life is officially over, not like I care anyway. I walk up to Gavin’s car, waiting for him to drive me away from this mess.

We pull into the student parking lot, Mr. Martin waiting by the back doors.

“Did you two have permission to leave the building?” he asks with a stern voice.

Gavin and I trade a glance, knowing that we are both in major trouble. Without another word, Mr. Martin motions with his finger for us to follow him. I walk in shame behind him, knowing very well I should not have gone with Gavin. That story is one that I wish could have gone untold. My life is already a mess, now with this added onto it. We stand in the lobby, Mr. Martin holding our fate in his hands. He could expel us for this, or let us go with a warning. Yeah, like that’s going to happen, I tell myself. He wouldn’t expel me; he knows my past, what I went through.
But he also knows all of the terrible things I’ve done in the past. He expected me to screw up, expected me to fail. He saw this coming, and I should have too.

I need to change. I need to become a better version of myself, find the way out of this dark hole. I have family now; I have something to look forward to in life. I must find a way to shape my life back together. Find a way to right my wrongs and finally have the life I’ve always dreamed of.

That is if I get out of this disaster first.

I walk up to Mr. Martin and confess everything. All the bad things I have done in this school, why I left without permission with Gavin; everything. I need to fix this, and I hope Mr. Martin understands that.

“I’m glad you’ve finally seen the good in yourself Ms. Morrison. Although I can’t let you off with a warning, I will only give you eight weeks of community service instead of expulsion. Same goes for you Mr. Morrison.” Mr. Martin explains.

This is good, I mean, this is amazing. I can finish school and go to college. I can plan the life I deserve. Hopefully along with my brother. We walk out of the office and go our separate ways.


“Hey, Gabriel.” Gavin calls.

I turn around and wait for him to speak.
“Do you want to get something to eat after school today, maybe catch up or something.” He says with a low chuckle.

“Yeah, of course, I mean you are my brother.” I answer quietly.

I turn around slowly, heading toward my future and the rest of my life.