The Nice Boxset by Jasinda Wilder

Author:Jasinda Wilder
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781948445542
Publisher: Jasinda Wilder

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Caden,

Sorry for taking so long to write you back, I’ve just been so busy, you know? I’ve been shooting several rolls of film every day, developing them myself, and I’ve also been experimenting with large-format painting, like six, seven, and eight feet tall canvases and stuff. It’s really fun working on that scale. Every stroke is huge and broad, but you still have to find the details, the fine strokes, you know?

So anyway, I hate asking, but…how are you? For real? How’s your gramps’s farm? I can’t believe you drove all the way to Wyoming by yourself. You did, right? You said you were going to. I don’t think I could do that. I’d be too scared. I’d probably get lost and end up in Montana by accident or something.

Eden for real is driving me insane. I love her so much, she’s my best friend and all that but her sense of competition makes me crazy. I went on a date yesterday, with a guy from my school. Eden got super crazy jealous. I don’t get it. Just because she hasn’t been on a date yet doesn’t mean she needs to go and be all jealous of me. We’re twins, but we’re not the same person. It’s like…it’s like she thinks everything we do has to be equal. If I go on a date and have my first kiss, then she feels like she has to do the same thing. But I’m not her, she’s not me. You know? God, that sounds so selfish, but it’s just true. Growing up, we were always dressed the same, had the same things. We either had to share, or we each had a copy of the same thing. If I got a cd, so did she. If she went to the mall, so did I. Same clothes, same haircuts. All the way up until we were…

Well, honestly, it was that way up until Mom died. The twin-same thing was Mom’s gig, I guess. I never really thought about this until now, but it’s true. It wasn’t until Mom died that Eden and I started really figuring out who we were apart from the other. I mean, I was always more into arts and crafts and stuff, and Eden was very obviously musically talented from the time she was like four. She picked up Dad’s guitar, the thing was literally bigger than she was, but she sat down with it on her lap and started playing with the strings. It wasn’t like she started playing Brahms or anything, but it was obvious she had musical talent. But that was really the end of our individuality until Mom died. Everything else we did had to be exactly the same.

And now, I think I’m swinging in the opposite direction, you know? I just want my OWN things, just for me. Things that are only for me, only mine. I want to be unique. I know every person feels that way, wanting to be unique,

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