Together we're better.

following the connection

Avery's POV

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. Today's my sweet sixteen. Not that anyone cares. I was emancipated last fall. So I'm responsible for myself. If I'm not at school I'm at work and if I'm not at either with with one of my boy toys places.

I know boy toy sounds bad but, I honestly don't know what else to call them. I don't like being attached. I'm no one's property and what can I say. I need a lot more attention then what one boy can give me. I spent my life in and out of foster homes. Multiple I guess you could say I was a problem child. At least that what all my foster parents would say right before I got the boot. They taught me to never get attached. Never care too much. Nothing lasts forever.

I have no idea who my parents are or what happened to them. They probably didn't want me either. All I know is there's someone out there for me waiting for me. Every Halloween I feel this pull. I decided this year I'm going to follow it. I have to know what or who it is.

I don't know who I really am but, I know I'm different. I can do things normal people can't do. I have a feel things and know things I shouldn't. I know I brought my dog back when I was six. I was staying with a really nice couple mark and Sheila.

Mark bought me a black lab for my birthday. He was wearing a Christmas sweater. Which I thought was absurd. But, it did inspire me to name him sweater. I loved that dog and he loved me. One day he ran out in front of a black dodge. I ran out screaming and crying. sweater had bleed pouring out of his mouth and he was making a gurgling nose until he made no noise at at. I laid my hand on him and pleased for him to come back. When I felt an electric current run through me some kind of force within me and then sweater got up as if nothing happened.

Mark noticed the whole encounter and I knew he was scared of me. I could feel it I could feel what he felt. So of course on to the next foster home. I had to leave sweater. He was the last thing I allowed myself to care for.It works for me. I learned when you don't care about nothing. Nothing can hurt you.

I'm not head cheerleader or pretty Barbie. I'm a fighter no one messes with me. Boys love me because I'm real and they know I'll never love them. Females both hate and fear me. It is what it is.

I'm currently seeing Jessie grey the Captain of the football team. He's a full of jock and complete douchebag. All American boy. I'm also seeing Mr. Simmons. He's my English literature teacher. But, when we're alone he's a poet and lord that man was blessed in so many ways.

I will never allow myself to love either but, I'm pretty crazy about Mr. Simmons. He lights afire in my soul. I love the way he touches me. The way I burn for him. The way he f***s me. He's the only reason I still go to school.

I will miss him today but, I have to follow this pull. It feels like the invisible force inside me is pushing me to find something. I intend to figure out what today.

I sat at my vanity putting on light make up with a bold red lip. I brush my raven colored hair. I have dark hazel eyes and plump full lips. I have an hour glass figure and over the years I've learned how to use my assets.

I'm a flirt, a user, and a master manipulator. But, I'm not a bad person. I've never hurt anyone that wouldn't hurt me given the chance.

After I'm satisfied with myself in the mirror. I pick out black legging combat boots and a my favorite leather jacket. I grab the keys to my ragged out ford and just started driving the further I drove the stronger the connection. I guess what I'm looking for isn't in Florida.

I followed the magnetic pull all the way to Lauderdale county. Mississippi wow. I didn't think anything was down here but, red necks and cousin fuckers. Either way the connection is strong. I'm close I'm so close I can feel it. I follow it til I'm in front of a school.

Why would I be pulled to a school? There has to be something more I have to figure this out. I was standing in the school parking lot. Lost in my confusion when the connection got stronger like whatever I was looking for was also looking for me.

I began to feel anxious I was pacing back and forth everything in my ho to the source of this pull. I can't spend another birthday wondering. I have to know.

I was pulled out my thoughts when the connection felt stronger I looked back at the school to see a white haired girl around my age running out the school searching the parking lot frantically.

It's her she's who I've been looking for. I watch as she stops and stares at me with tear filled eyes.

"I guess we aren't identical twins." The white haired girl says as she steps in the embrace me.

"What do you mean twins?" I asked as I step back not wanting the skin to skin contact.

"You don't know, do you?" She said as she looked at me with pity.

"Know what? I just felt some type of pull. Like I was supposed to find something."

"What do you know of your birth mother?"

" Nothing." I answered honestly.

"This is going to be hard to hear but, out mother was a Jane doe who died giving birth to twins under a bridge. That's all my Mom could find out. We tried to find out who she was but, no one ever claimed her body. Mom didn't know for sure you made but, I did. I knew the connection was you." Her voice broke at the end as tears glistened in her eyes.

I stood there speachless. I felt tears threatening to come out. But, I held back. I don't need to get caught up in her delusions until I know for sure. I'm not going to allow myself to get my hopes up. That maybe my mom didn't just throw me away. I can't allow myself to get caught up in that fantasy.

" Look I don't know you. I'm not just going to believe your my twin without proof." The words come out a little harsh. My walls coming up.

"I have no reason to lie. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. I know you feel we are meant be together." She said as she grabbed my arm.

Every car alarm went off in the parking lot. As imagines of a dark haired woman talking to me. Like a memory but, I don't understand how.

She holding me looking at me and a white hair baby girl.

" My sweet Luna. Please stay strong. I'm sorry I can't be there to raise you." The woman in my memory said as tears filled her eyes.

"Goddess, Mother please let my girls live." She yelled out to the sky. As she took her last breath.

"Hey who's down there?" I hear a voice call out from the distance.

The memory ends and I can tell my sister remembered too. I couldn't hold back the tears. I did have family. I did have a mother who loved me. I held on to my sister. All a sudden I wasn't alone anymore.

" I don't know what we should do now." I said awkwardly.

"I honestly don't either but, I want to know you. I feel like we should be close. Where do you live? Would your parents mind if spent the night with me?" She said overly excited. She's giving off optimistic vibes.

" I don't have parents but I do have to work tonight. So i don't know about staying the night but, what about lunch tomorrow?"

"Yes!" She says as she jumps up and down with joy.

Wow we are polar opposites how can this be my twin? I wonder to myself as I try and make an escape. I know I shouldn't be this way but, I need time to think this over. I walked to my car with my sister following suit. I opened the door and grabbed a napkin from my glove box and a pen from my console and wrote my number and name down.

"Here text me when you get a chance. We'll meet up tomorrow." I say as I hand her the napkin.

" I will Avery, I like that. I'm Emily Grayson. But, Mom calls me Emms." She says and her optimistic vibes turn into disappointment.

I feel remorse for not being as enthusiastic as her. I don't mean to be this way.

"Well if I'm going to make my shift I have to hit the road."

"Yeah, I should get back to class before I get detention."