Two girls, Two different lifestyles, Two different families, but the life's they're living were meant for the other. Read and find out how these two were Switched At Birth.
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"Ouch" Dj Winced as I tweezed his bushy eyebrows.
I laughed. "Quit moving. It ain't my fault you got this thick unibrow." I said tweezing another loose hair.
"Move get off me, we not tweezing no more tonight." He said shoving me out his way, making me fall off the stool I was sitting on.
"What are y'all in there doing? We heard dad yell from their bedroom.
"Bro chill out" Dj whispered, making me smirk. We always pull this on each other. Everytime he hits me or something I always yell and tattle tell. But he always tries to shush me up before I can by bribing me with something.
"Give me your allowance for a whole month" I said
"WHAT? No you trippin."
"Fine. DADDY DJ PUSHED ME OFF THE STOOL" I fake whined.
"Aye aight aight. I'll do your chores for a whole week."
"A month!"
"Fine" He said helping me up. "You not even gonna be here for a month so i'm not tripping." Making me frown.
"Why would you say that?"
"It's just a joke chill out"
"It's not a joke to me. You're always saying stupid stuff. Learn how to shutup sometimes." I said picking up our mamas cookbook and throwing it at him. Hitting him clear in his head.
"Quit throwing stuff." he said throwing a plastic cup back at me.
I grabbed my tweezing kit and phone off the island and made my way out of the kitchen.
"Woah miss thing, what's the matter?" I heard my mom ask while Bypassing my parents. I completely ignored them and still headed for the stairs so I could get to my room.
"Ryleigh Elizabeth Morgan get over here" I heard dad say sternly but I didn't care. I still kept moving.
I scoffed at him. "I'm not coming back because THATS NOT EVEN MY REAL NAME!!!" I yelled right before slamming my door.
I locked it and turned around glanced around my room. Seeing all the pictures and trophy's, family portraits, and little name plaques around my room made me angry. My whole life has been a lie. If I wasn't Ryleigh then who Am I?
I started ripping everything of the walls. Throwing things, tearing everything in half. Ripping all the clothes out of my closet and drawers.
I picked up the family picture we had taken on the beach last summer and held it to my chest before bursting out in tears.
After 15 years, almost 16. I'm being told that I don't belong to the only family i've ever known? Yeah...I'm hurt.
I went into my bathroom and locked the door behind me. I pulled out the box of tampons I kept under my sink, and opened it up. After digging around the bottom Of the box I found my little bag of weed.
