My mother was a wealthy woman. My ancestors well traveled, England to Ireland to America where the settled. The best known were scientist. Alway remarkable in there field of study. They lesser known were never heard of, for the smart ones were the only important ones, if you didn’t apply yourself you were of no use to the Twist family. My Grandmother dealt with many trades, a writer, an inventor, but like all known Twist, she was known for being a scientist. That is what got her known around the state of Missouri, where I was born, my mother before me. My mother married my father at the age of 25, and the people of the marriage were contradicting, my mother Elizabeth, was a gentle soul. Alway caring, about everyone, and the environment. She was also smart, from a young age her mither, my grandmother, thought her everything that she know from a young age, she was home schooled, so she really had no restriction as to what she learned. My father Tyler Vane, was troublesome to say the least, he enjoyed the freedom that he was givin, the leeway to think that he could do whatever he wanted as a child to and not get in trouble. This philosophy followed him into much of his adult life. He even tried to give his children, or any person of a young age, this same freedom. But Elizabeth was always there to stop it before it went to far, without him knowing. I still had freedom, but not to much, and I thank her for that. Tyler was never really the brightest if people, always using his freedom to benefit him self, he would often skip classes, he dropped out of high school, and never went to collage. Working at a gas station, the same one where he meet mother. Before me, there was two children, both ending in a misscarages. Ten years later I was born, and eighth years after me they tried for one more kid. That unfortulny died with my mother while she was carrying him. I was a rather smart child. My mother quite working, taking up writing journals, to teach me. My father worked two jobs, mostly because he didn’t want to be in the house with me, one at a fast food place and the other at a gas station. One of my childhood friend, Justin, was always one to help teach me. He was more of a child for history, alway wanting to know more about the past, and wanting to use it to help with the future. I never had one set interest, being diverse with my interest, I was thought on many of things; music, poetry, theology, drawing. But like most Twist, I was vastly intrigued by science, mostly space, the stars, and animals. I truly remember very little of those earlier years, most of what i can tell are from stories that Justin has recalled, as he is reminded by something. I do remember being raised in the middle of Missouri, the weather almost always being unperdictable but still flowing with the seasons, you would know that it would be cold in the winter, but you wouldn’t know if it would be snowing or not, sometimes in Februarys of the past it would be heavily snowing one day and the next there would be no sign of snow from before the next. Being out until noon and going somewhere, the beach if I could go with a friend the park if non where available, to spend a few hours. The park that became my second home, with the tree that i could always tell my burdens to knowing it would be there to listen and that I could not tell anyone. Justin and his friends who were always there to protect me, and become my second family. Who thought me to defend myself. My mother, who when I stayed during my free time, thought me how to dance and thought me manors.
So much time has came to pass since then, and with time comes change.
My hatred for my father has alway, or since my mother death, been rivaled with my respect for my mother’s wishes, to respect and forgive him. So, I have not responded to anything that he has said or done to me harshly. The way he raised his voice to remind me of my failure, or to tell me how I am a dissipoint ment to all people who know of my existence, to tell me how I am and never will be anything compared to my mother and her family. I take it all in, and respond with silence not leaving thw room before he told me, for if I spoke it might have been out of step, and if i walked away with him telling, he would yell at me because he wasn’t done, he was never done, and walking away was disrespectful. Being disrespectful would go against her only wish of of me. It was like that for a while, he yelling at me and me not responding, for ten years. Until i ten years later. When I could legally get away from him. That was when I contacted a couple of my childhood friends to explain my situation, and ask if I could move in with then them for a but. It at least I could handle my own. They let me stay there, mostly because I could take care of things there while there both at work. Giving me my time to do whatever, which would now usually be spent with visiting at the high school or at a near by park. I stayed with my friends for the better part of two years. They, surprisingly, weren’t annoyed of me to much because they wanted to keep in contact. I got a job at the local restaurant working six day a week at mine hours a day. I was a waitress, so i surivied of off tip and people telling my superiors that i was good. Many customers love me and became regulars, they kept telling me it was because I worked there, but I knew it was the food. One of my favorite people who often showed there face was a guy by the name of Connor. He was a fun, energetic, up beat, guy who wanted to be a writer. Everything about the guy was likeable for it was just his personality. Little did I know that this guy and all his likeableness would want to date me.