Ryn's pov

I wish every thing was different. From the way I look to the life I'm living. Life to me is just a four letter word with no meaning behind it. I mean like, what's the point in living if you can barely smile.

I'm thankful for one person. My mother. She's the only person who protects me. She's the only person who even cares about me.

It may seem a little lonely. Like come on, she's my mom. Most nineteen-year-olds would be like, lame. Well, when there is another nineteen-year-old like me who is sad and has an drunk, abusive asshole as a father, come tell me. I'd love to meet this person.

People to me, are disgusting, judgmental beings that want to destroy someone else's life just because they feel like it. I'm not saying all people are bad. I just don't like the people who don't like me.

This may sound crazy, but I'm like a mirror. I know what you're thinking. What the hell is she talking about? Well, what I'm basically saying, this that if you smile at me, I'll smile right back. But if you make a frown upon me, I'll frown upon you as well.

I'm one of those girls who you might call bitchy, a brat, rude, etc. To be honest, you wouldn't be wrong. I can be a real bitch sometimes. But, isn't that normal. A girl being a bitch. We've all seen it before.

Another fact about me, is that I'd rather be alone. I'd rather not go to prom, or any dance in a matter of fact. I'd rather be the wallflower than that girl having so much fun in the middle of the dance floor with her friends. I'd rather be alone in my room watching sad movies then be with friends at a party. I'm sure you get it by now.

Sometimes, I get bored of living. I get bored of life. Everything is just boring. My life just repeats. Over and over and over and over. It's never ending. I ready for it to end.

"Ryn, honey?" My mother said as she walked into my room. I was looking out my window and turned around to face her.

"Oh, hey." I stated as we both walked toward my bed.

"Ryn, I feel terrible for not telling you this sooner. I just-"

"Mom, just tell me." I told her. She had a worried look on her face. I was confused. She honestly seemed very disappointed.

She sighed before she spoke. "Y-you have a sister." She finally let out.

"W-what. I-I have a sister." I stuttered. So many emotions run through my body. I was excited because I thought maybe I wouldn't be as lonely. Then I was angry because I wished my mom would have told me earlier. "Why are you telling me this now?"

"The answer has to be told by a story." She told me.

"Okay." I said impatiently waiting for an answer.

"When you were born, you weren't the only one born." She explained. "You're sister's name is Ava. Ava Marie Woodson, I picked out the name. But anyways, your father and I could afford to take care of both of you. He would spend all of our money on alcohol, we barely had any money to pay rent. Therefore, we had to give one of you away."

"You set her up for adoption!" I shouted as I angrily stood up from the bed.

"No no no." She said trying to calm me down. I sat back down on my bed, eager to hear the rest of the story.

"We gave her to your Aunt Helena, or I gave her to your Aunt Helena. Your dad didn't care. He wanted both of you to be gone. So wanted to at least keep one who you, and that was you." She said with a smile.

"Why me?" I asked.

"I don't know. I guess it's because you were the one who smiled a lot. You were always laughing, well unless you were busy doing something else. Ava, on the other hand, was quiet. I guess I just waited something happy in my life, and that was you." My mom answered. She was smiling, but then that faded as soon as she realized the story wasn't over.

"Giving Ava away was hard, but I fought through it." She stayed silent for a moment. "Yesterday Ava found out about you, and me, and even your dad and how abusive he was. Ava didn't believe it." Her eyes filled with tears as she looked down at the bed. "Ava is coming to California. She'll be here soon, Ryn." My mother informed me.

"We have a while don't we. I mean, Aunt Helena does live all the way in Virginia." I told her.

"Yes, I know. But Ava got on an airplane as soon as she could. I don't know when she'll be here." She declared with a worried look.

I wasn't sure if my mom was telling the truth. She was very convincing, but this sounds so unreal. So, I studied her face, her worried look, and I began to think.