Enemies? Or Lovers?

The summer breeze blew through my hair sitting on the swing at my grandparents house. 'I never want to grow up.' I flipped to the next page of my book. Beauty and the Beast. By far one of the best romance novels out there if you ask me. Especially this version. My grandma bought me all the old old fairy tale books. I love them so much, and I can't wait to give them to my kids when I'm older. ... If I have any. I always had to add that part. The "if I make it" statement. I don't know if I'll grow up. This world is mean. And sometimes I just wanna sleep for a while and be someone else. A princess. A vampire. Maybe one day... Alvera sat on the swing reading her book, while her siblings and cousins all ran around for summer break. Little did she know, she had a glowing set of green eyes trained on her. The wind blew upwind towards the animal watching her, sniffed and huffed. He knew now she was his mate. He knew who she was. He was sure of it. She was safer where she was. Even if she looked sad. It would get better for her. I sat up and shook my head. The ending of those sad dreams are always so fuzzy. I've tried everything to figure out the ending. Nothing works. I stopped liking the dreams about my childhood because they made me sad. I missed my grandparents house. But my mother wouldn't let me see them anymore. I was adopted as a young baby, me and my siblings. My sister and I are twins, and I don't really talk to my older brother anymore. My sister and I were inseparable growing up, so different yet so alike. The biggest difference was she was popular, and I.... Wasn't. I was the weird one, the geek. The one so obsessed with werewolves and wizards I didn't have time to learn the newest trends and fashion statements. I was too busy with my nose in a book to realize my sister had left me behind in the school aspect. She no longer sat with me at lunch, nor did she hang out with me in the halls, even though we shared quite a few classes together. The final school bell rang and I sighed and made my way to get on the bus home. I knew my mother was going to be in a bad mood. I could feel it in my heart. It was pumping angrily out of my chest. I didn't like going home when she was like this, but what did it matter? I had to go home. She'd find me. She always did. It's not like I haven't been trying to leave this hellhole for 4 years. Ever since the start of high school I have tried to leave every few months, but somehow no matter where I go, she finds me. She's like a witch.