My Ignorance Short Story
When I woke up at 6:45 in the morning, I thought I was just preparing for another day of torture. However, I didn’t know that what happened in the next week would change my life forever. Well, forever is a long time, so maybe not forever. Anyways, I, Meghan Vanessa Williams, never would have thought that my ignorance could change my perspective on everything that I’ve experienced in the last few years. I reluctantly started my journey down the stairs. I was greeted with a ‘good morning’ from my mom, dad, and brother, which is everyone in my family except one person. Blaire was never amiable towards me, unless she was forced to, but even then you could hear the sarcasm laced in her voice. I hesitantly fixed my cereal hoping she would realize that the only available seat was near her which would result in her leaving, but of course luck was not on my side. I slowly approached the seat, and waited for her to notice me, and fortunately she
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did. She swiftly put her phone in her robe, and left the kitchen without a glance in my direction. I sat down, and started eating my lucky charms. I waited for the conversation that I knew would come any second now. Every morning my mom and dad would start interrogating me right after my sister leaves the room, and then my brother, Trent, would always defend me. As if a timer had went off, mom and dad stopped sipping their coffee and turned to me with glares on their faces.
“Why do we have to have this same conversation every morning?” my livid dad asks.
“I don't know. Why do we? It isn't like I've done anything wrong,” I irritatingly say.
“Oh really? Then why does Blair leave the kitchen as soon as you walk in?” my mom asks.
“Mom. Dad. Blaire is so dramatic. Meg is the nice twin. Trust me,” Trent says annoyed.
“My name is Meghan not Meg,” I add. My mom rolls her eyes at this.
“Well, Meghan, since you're the good twin. Fix this,” my dad commands, and then him and mom leave.
After the argument, I decided that I’d had enough family interaction for the day, and decided to hang out with my friends, Sarah and Destany. After thanking Trent for defending me, I started my trek up the stairs. I stopped when I reached the halfway point up the stairs because in my room was no one else except my evil twin. This is what they call a ‘do or die’ moment, or in other words go back down the stairs or die from evil looks and awkwardness. Because curiosity got the best of me, I decided to continue up the stairs. I was not greeted with a hello as I went into my room, but instead given a cold stare. After years of receiving this look, I’ve learned to just ignore it, so I went to my desk and picked up a big, red lollipop. After opening the lollipop and putting it in my mouth, I turned to my sister with a glare. She was shocked at this, but didn't let it show for long.
“What?” I snapped and again she looked shocked, but this time she didn't try to hide it. I don’t know where all this confidence is coming from, but I like it.
“Calm down. I’ve actually come to invite you to my friend’s birthday party,” she said unenthusiastically, but before I could think too much of it, she said, “Don't start thinking that we are friends or something. Mom and dad told me that if i didn't bring you then they'd take away my phone”.
“Well, I don't want to go with you anywhere. Especially not to one of your friends’ party,” I explain.
“Ummm, you’re going so that I don’t get my phone taken away. Because if my phone gets taken away, then i’ll take away all of your stuff. Especially your magical lollipops that make you think that you can talk to me like that. Remember what happened a few years ago?” she calmly says.
I could feel my confidence crumbling to the ground and my eyes slowly watering, and she must have too because she adds, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Be ready by two” Then she walks out.
I walk down the stairs at 1:57. Im greeted by my sister’s perfume that smells like flowers. When I walk in, I almost drop my clutch. Let me explain. My twin sister looks nothing like me. Yes, we are identical twins, but she obviously got the good set of chromosomes. She is literally the definition of perfect. Honestly, i'm not completely sure that there isn’t a picture of her by the definition of perfect in the dictionary. She stands there in a bright pink dress, white wedges, and a few silver bracelets with her usually curly, brown hair straightened down her back. In other words, the perfect look for a summer party. On the other hand, I was wearing a black dress, black flats, and a necklace with a black heart on it with my curly hair put into a messy, high ponytail with a black bow in it. In other words, the perfect look for a five year old going to a funeral. My sister turned to me, looked me up and down, and walked out the door with a disappointed yet amused look. I took that as my signal to follow her, and warily walked out the door. As soon as we got to the party, she ditched me. So here I was, wandering a huge house dressed like my cat just died. After two hours of searching for Blaire in this house, I came to the conclusion that i’d never find her. So, I called my best friend, Sarah, and asked her to come pick me up since she only lived a few minutes away. Of course she agreed. After she kindly agreed to come get me, I attempted to go find the answers to my prayers, or in other words the door. However, I did not consider the fact that I was at a party with all of my sister’s minions that hated me. So, of course I didn’t expect that when I finally reached the door, a big bucket of ice and water to fall on me. It took me by surprise, and all I could do was was stand there, probably looking like a fish, until my brain registered what was happening. When my brain did register what happened, it was too late. Someone had already posted it on every social media invented. Just like that, the small reputation that I had, fell apart quicker than it took me to rebuild it. A horn beeped outside, so I sprinted out the door. I quickly got into Sarah’s car and demanded to be taken to walmart. Of course she had a million questions that I couldn’t process at the moment. When I was in walmart, I got all the necessary supplies to get the job done, including a few bags of lollipops. It would take a lot of lollipops to keep me sane. After I was done getting everything, Sarah drove me home. We called destany, and then we got to work. We finished exactly at midnight.
Blaire would be walking through the door any minute. Right on cue, she walked in. With an evil yet suspicious glare thrown my way, she marched up the stairs. Five minutes after Blaire walked up the stairs we heard a loud, annoying squeal. Let me explain.
After, we got home we ran up the stairs. Then we split up to make sure everything would get done in time. I went into Blaire’s bathroom and set the water temperature to freezing cold. Ameteur move, I know. Destany ran into Blaire’s closet and replaced all of her clothes with mine, and Sarah went into Blaire’s room and threw away all beauty supplies that could make her look prettier than me. Maybe I am the evil twin.
As the week went on, Blaire seemed to be getting angrier and angrier, which made me happier and happier. Well, until Mom and Dad found out about it. They walked into my room with scowls on their faces, but they weren't alone. Behind them was Blaire and Trent. I silently prayed to the lollipop gods to spare my
life.
“Meghan!” my mom shouted.
“Huh? Oh, I was talking aloud, wasn't I?” I asked.
“Yes, but we'll discuss your belief in lollipop gods later,” my dad chokes out while trying not to laugh.
“Mom,” Blaire says with tears streaming down her face.
“Meghan, we’ve come here with a purpose, and it doesn’t have anything to do with lollipops,” my mom says irritated.
“Well why are you here?” I innocently ask.
“Y-you made my water c-cold and stole all of my clothes,” Blaire stutters as if she’s in the cold water right now.
“I,” I tried to explain, but was rudely interrupted by my raging mother.
“Save it. You’re grounded,” she said, and then walked out with my dad following her like a lost puppy. After throwing a smug look in my direction, the drama queen walked out. Trent shot me an apologetic look and ran out of the room.
I woke up to screaming. I checked my clock and saw that it was only six in the morning. I listened for a while, and identified the voices as Trent and mom’s. He was defending me, and explaining everything Blaire had ever done. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so I pretended to be asleep. I had my eyes closed, but my ears open. I couldn’t seem to focus, so I went back to sleep. I woke up again when I heard someone softly knock on my door. I yelled a quick ‘come in’ and saw someone i never expected to willingly come in my room. Blaire sat a note on my desk by my lollipops, and with a small, apologetic smile, she left.
did. She swiftly put her phone in her robe, and left the kitchen without a glance in my direction. I sat down, and started eating my lucky charms. I waited for the conversation that I knew would come any second now. Every morning my mom and dad would start interrogating me right after my sister leaves the room, and then my brother, Trent, would always defend me. As if a timer had went off, mom and dad stopped sipping their coffee and turned to me with glares on their faces.
“Why do we have to have this same conversation every morning?” my livid dad asks.
“I don't know. Why do we? It isn't like I've done anything wrong,” I irritatingly say.
“Oh really? Then why does Blair leave the kitchen as soon as you walk in?” my mom asks.
“Mom. Dad. Blaire is so dramatic. Meg is the nice twin. Trust me,” Trent says annoyed.
“My name is Meghan not Meg,” I add. My mom rolls her eyes at this.
“Well, Meghan, since you're the good twin. Fix this,” my dad commands, and then him and mom leave.
After the argument, I decided that I’d had enough family interaction for the day, and decided to hang out with my friends, Sarah and Destany. After thanking Trent for defending me, I started my trek up the stairs. I stopped when I reached the halfway point up the stairs because in my room was no one else except my evil twin. This is what they call a ‘do or die’ moment, or in other words go back down the stairs or die from evil looks and awkwardness. Because curiosity got the best of me, I decided to continue up the stairs. I was not greeted with a hello as I went into my room, but instead given a cold stare. After years of receiving this look, I’ve learned to just ignore it, so I went to my desk and picked up a big, red lollipop. After opening the lollipop and putting it in my mouth, I turned to my sister with a glare. She was shocked at this, but didn't let it show for long.
“What?” I snapped and again she looked shocked, but this time she didn't try to hide it. I don’t know where all this confidence is coming from, but I like it.
“Calm down. I’ve actually come to invite you to my friend’s birthday party,” she said unenthusiastically, but before I could think too much of it, she said, “Don't start thinking that we are friends or something. Mom and dad told me that if i didn't bring you then they'd take away my phone”.
“Well, I don't want to go with you anywhere. Especially not to one of your friends’ party,” I explain.
“Ummm, you’re going so that I don’t get my phone taken away. Because if my phone gets taken away, then i’ll take away all of your stuff. Especially your magical lollipops that make you think that you can talk to me like that. Remember what happened a few years ago?” she calmly says.
I could feel my confidence crumbling to the ground and my eyes slowly watering, and she must have too because she adds, “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Be ready by two” Then she walks out.
I walk down the stairs at 1:57. Im greeted by my sister’s perfume that smells like flowers. When I walk in, I almost drop my clutch. Let me explain. My twin sister looks nothing like me. Yes, we are identical twins, but she obviously got the good set of chromosomes. She is literally the definition of perfect. Honestly, i'm not completely sure that there isn’t a picture of her by the definition of perfect in the dictionary. She stands there in a bright pink dress, white wedges, and a few silver bracelets with her usually curly, brown hair straightened down her back. In other words, the perfect look for a summer party. On the other hand, I was wearing a black dress, black flats, and a necklace with a black heart on it with my curly hair put into a messy, high ponytail with a black bow in it. In other words, the perfect look for a five year old going to a funeral. My sister turned to me, looked me up and down, and walked out the door with a disappointed yet amused look. I took that as my signal to follow her, and warily walked out the door. As soon as we got to the party, she ditched me. So here I was, wandering a huge house dressed like my cat just died. After two hours of searching for Blaire in this house, I came to the conclusion that i’d never find her. So, I called my best friend, Sarah, and asked her to come pick me up since she only lived a few minutes away. Of course she agreed. After she kindly agreed to come get me, I attempted to go find the answers to my prayers, or in other words the door. However, I did not consider the fact that I was at a party with all of my sister’s minions that hated me. So, of course I didn’t expect that when I finally reached the door, a big bucket of ice and water to fall on me. It took me by surprise, and all I could do was was stand there, probably looking like a fish, until my brain registered what was happening. When my brain did register what happened, it was too late. Someone had already posted it on every social media invented. Just like that, the small reputation that I had, fell apart quicker than it took me to rebuild it. A horn beeped outside, so I sprinted out the door. I quickly got into Sarah’s car and demanded to be taken to walmart. Of course she had a million questions that I couldn’t process at the moment. When I was in walmart, I got all the necessary supplies to get the job done, including a few bags of lollipops. It would take a lot of lollipops to keep me sane. After I was done getting everything, Sarah drove me home. We called destany, and then we got to work. We finished exactly at midnight.
Blaire would be walking through the door any minute. Right on cue, she walked in. With an evil yet suspicious glare thrown my way, she marched up the stairs. Five minutes after Blaire walked up the stairs we heard a loud, annoying squeal. Let me explain.
After, we got home we ran up the stairs. Then we split up to make sure everything would get done in time. I went into Blaire’s bathroom and set the water temperature to freezing cold. Ameteur move, I know. Destany ran into Blaire’s closet and replaced all of her clothes with mine, and Sarah went into Blaire’s room and threw away all beauty supplies that could make her look prettier than me. Maybe I am the evil twin.
As the week went on, Blaire seemed to be getting angrier and angrier, which made me happier and happier. Well, until Mom and Dad found out about it. They walked into my room with scowls on their faces, but they weren't alone. Behind them was Blaire and Trent. I silently prayed to the lollipop gods to spare my
life.
“Meghan!” my mom shouted.
“Huh? Oh, I was talking aloud, wasn't I?” I asked.
“Yes, but we'll discuss your belief in lollipop gods later,” my dad chokes out while trying not to laugh.
“Mom,” Blaire says with tears streaming down her face.
“Meghan, we’ve come here with a purpose, and it doesn’t have anything to do with lollipops,” my mom says irritated.
“Well why are you here?” I innocently ask.
“Y-you made my water c-cold and stole all of my clothes,” Blaire stutters as if she’s in the cold water right now.
“I,” I tried to explain, but was rudely interrupted by my raging mother.
“Save it. You’re grounded,” she said, and then walked out with my dad following her like a lost puppy. After throwing a smug look in my direction, the drama queen walked out. Trent shot me an apologetic look and ran out of the room.
I woke up to screaming. I checked my clock and saw that it was only six in the morning. I listened for a while, and identified the voices as Trent and mom’s. He was defending me, and explaining everything Blaire had ever done. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, so I pretended to be asleep. I had my eyes closed, but my ears open. I couldn’t seem to focus, so I went back to sleep. I woke up again when I heard someone softly knock on my door. I yelled a quick ‘come in’ and saw someone i never expected to willingly come in my room. Blaire sat a note on my desk by my lollipops, and with a small, apologetic smile, she left.