Truublence

= Turbulence  = "Aaron, come on! You need to help me!" I yelled, frustrated. "Actually, I don't // need // to help. I really don't care about my grade, Jess." Aaron said looking me in the eye. As you can tell, y name is Jessica, but everyone calls me Jess. I live in Willimantic, CT, with my mother, older brother, and twin brother, Aaron. Aaron and I are both 17. Our eye color is brownish-grey. That is all the resemblance we have with each other. For example, he has blonde hair, while I dyed mine blue. While I stand at 5'2", he towers over me at 6'0", meaning all the girls swoon over him. My mother's brown hair is slowly turning to grey, either from the stress that Josh, Aaron and I give her, or from her job as a lawyer. Josh has the same color eyes as Aaron and I, but his hair is dyed green. He just turned 18 two weeks ago. Personally, I think his age is going to his head, but whatever. "Jess? Hello? Your phone's ringing." Aaron said, waving my cell phone in front of my face. I sighed before picking it up, "Hello?" "Jess! Oh my gosh! I just got invited to Kaylee's birthday party." My best friend, June, yelled in my ear. "Unlock your front door! I'm on my way over to help you pick your outfit." With that, she hung up.