Young adult fiction
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I freaked out like crazy. His dad drove us out of the airport toward Interstate 93. It was my identical twin sister, Annabel's and my birthday, and Dad and I were already late. I didn't want to upset Annabelle, knowing how paranoid she'd be. It was just Annabelle always so worried about other people's welfare, afraid they'd get into some sort of mishap. And that was why I loved her to bits. She was always so caring. Of course I blame Dad for our delay. It was his fault for booking the flight so late. We knew it was the busiest time of the year during Christmas, and Dad being Dad, naturally, he hadn't bothered to book the tickets until a week before the important date I had known. I should have been the one arranging this trip since he was so busy with work. Dad, however, had insisted he'd be the one to take care of it. It was a miracle that seats were available at all, and getting on the flight was bothersome to I had always disliked travelling when there were so many people frantically rushing everywhere as though the world was about to end and if I remember rightly. So did Annabelle. I took out my smartphone and quickly texted Annabelle to tell her we were going to be late and that we were fine. So no need for her toe worry her pretty head over us. After the message was sent, I returned my attention to Dad. He gave me a sidelong glance and then chuckled. We'll make it on time. I hope so, I said under my breath, folding my arms across my chest. I wince to gritting my teeth. My rib was still sore. The pain had started yesterday and out of the blue like usual. Maybe I had been practicing my taekwondo too hard, but I hadn't been doing more than my usual routine for the past three years, which was practicing the martial art only three times. A week Before that, I had always had pain coming and going at odd times and on odd parts of my body. Did you hurt yourself again? That asked, I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want to bother him with my problems. I was old enough to look after myself. After all, I was about to turn 16 when I noticed that he was still waiting for my answer, I said, If so, I don't remember doing it. You really should see a doctor. I shook my head in the negative. I had been to see Dr Emily Bennett five times already in the past three months about the odd pain she had checked thoroughly for any bruises or marks that might have suggested the cause of the pain. Such is from accidents I didn't know about. After a few appointments like this, she began to suspect something wasn't right and looked at me differently. She had told me there was nothing wrong with me, and if this were to happen again, she'd refer me to a specialist. I knew what type of specialist she'd refer me to ones who dealt with nutcases. A psychiatrist I knew she was thinking I was mentally unstable, faking it to seek attention. The reasons my parents were divorced. I was separated from identical twin sister Annabelle, whom I loved dearly. I used to get bullied at school. Actually, both Annabelle and I had been prone to bullying, probably because of the glasses embraces. It had stopped after I took up taekwondo and taught those bullies a thing or two. Oh, the traumas of my childhood. It all added up, didn't it? Well, I thought her assumption was ********. Why would I want to seek attention? If it wasn't Riel, I wouldn't be asking for help. After she had a short meeting with Dad, informing him of my fragile condition, that there had never been anything wrong with me. And then I had been doing it to seek his attention all along. I was ******. At the same time, however, I felt awful and embarrassed.