Aria Sophie Finau
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I have always been really close with my brother despite the age gap of 11 years. Sol's been the father-figure in my life as I have never known my real dad. He was kill when I was just a baby. So I grew up knowing my family as the '3 Musketeers', my mom, Sol and me.
Soloman never treated me like the annoying pest of a younger sibling that I probably was. In fact, I grew up spending every day with him and his friends while my mom was at work tosupport us. I was basically one of the guys, with the earned nickname of 'Lil Fin'. The guys said there are two reasons behind the nickname: first, the most obvious, my last name Finau and I am the younger sibling; second, is that I swim like a little fish. Ever since I was an infant, not even out of diapers yet, I was swimming on my own. By the age of 3, Soloman and his buddies had gotten me riding my own surf board so their plans were never hindered by my presence. A few years ago, my brother met his now wife, Becca, and they have been together ever since. Bec is the older sister I have never had. At first I was incredibly jealous of her because she was stealing /my/ time with /my/ brother. I hated her. I even tried plotting awful things against her, as any hormonal preteen girl would do. Little did I know at the time, Becca had moved to Oahu from Washington State because she was trying to escape the memory of her mother's death in a car accident. I felt like the world's worst person when I learned that and considered the terrible things I had done. Over time, I began to realize that Bec wasn't going anywhere, and I quickly realized that I was 'OK' with that fact. We finally grew to be really close, and now the older I get, the closer we become. It has been a year since my mom was killed in a surfing accident right off the coast of our home beach in Oahu, HI. At the beginning, I was inconsolable, as any teenage girl would be... I could finally relate to how Becca must have felt. But I grew distant from both Becca and Soloman. There were too many memories attached to them and my mother. I rebelled. I lived in the mindset of the fact that if I pushed them away, they would never know just how truly guilty I was feeling. You see, the day of my mom's accident, I was suppose to be the one of giving the lesson. Having made plans with friends to go to Waikiki instead because the weather was suppose to be nicer, and having no interest in giving lessons in possible storms, I faked sick just long enough for my mom to take the lesson from me. Once the coast for clear of my mom, I met up with my friends to catch the bus to sunny Waikiki for the day. My mom gave the lesson for me and she never came home. The storm hit during the time frame of the lesson. I have never surfed a day since then. Soloman still continues to surf, after all, it's his job, and Becca and I accompany him but I don't go anywhere near a board. Soloman and Becca thought it would be best for me to stay in my own high school with all of the people I grew up with, which I was not about to argue about. Though there were several nights when I was in my room studying that I could hear them talking about how they thought it wise we all pack up and uproot our lives to move to Becca's hometown of La Push. The Quileute Indian reservation town where she grew up. I had the feeling that my self-imposed distancing from them and my rebellious streak even in school, was influencing their decision, so I shaped up. It was actually a lot easier to do than I had anticipated. We moved to La Push, Washington, not far from Becca's childhood home where her dad and brother still live one week before school started for the year. Soloman wanted me to get settled and accustomed to the area a little before heading in to my junior year of high school. The past week has been hell. Not knowing anyone my age... Becca doesn't even really know many people around anymore. It sucks. For the second time in my life, I am living as one-third of the '3 Musketeers'. All I can do right now is pray that something, anything, comes through. Living with this title again is tearing me apart inside. |