Knock! Knock! I heard my twin sister Cate knock on my bedroom door. “Cate, go away!”

“You are not going to believe this! We were invited to Cleo Leons birthday party!” Cate squealed excitedly. Cleo Leon was the most popular pop-star in the whole entire country, then add Great Britain, Canada and every other English speaking country in the world!

This sounded interesting so I let her in. When she was in, she shoved a piece of printer paper into my face. I read aloud: “Dear Catherine and Elizabeth Hancock: You have been invited to my 18th birthday party at the rose quarters from 1 PM to 1 AM on May 17th. Hope you can come! Yours, sincerely Cleo Leon.”

“So?” Cate asked.

“Oh my god! I need to tell Libya that I’m not going to be able to make it to her annual slumber party, get permission from mom and a billion other things I can’t think of right now!” I yell.

“No. You only need to just show up at the party!” Cate said in that ever so cheerful voice she uses to calm down little kids.

I sighed. If you saw me and Cate at the mall together or at McDonalds or some other place, you would think we were just friends and if we were related, you would think we were 45 millionth cousins, 30 million times removed. She has shoulder length black hair that has absolutely no frizz or the slightest hint of a curl while I have waste length blonde hair that naturally curls, not just wavy curls but Shirley Temple curls. I have hundreds, if not, thousands of freckles while Cate has none. Cate’s a complete total girly girl who strives to be popular while I’m a tomboy who could care less about my reputation. I wear blue horn-rimmed glasses while Cate has better vision then a hawk. The only thing we have in common is we hate our 1st name so we go by Cate and Lizzy instead of Catherine and Elizabeth. If you haven’t already noticed, we’re further from twins then you could get.

OOO

“Libya, I can’t come to your sleep over on the 17th,” I said to my best friend Libya, over the phone.

“What?!? You can’t miss the annual spring-break slumber party!” she said in a very over dramatic voice.

“I was invited to Cleo Leons birthday party,” I explained.

“You actually bought that?” asked Libya, no more dramatic tone!

“Was this one of those nasty pranks that you’ve been scheming since the beginning of the school year?” I asked.

“I mean, wow! You must be really excited!” the dramatic tone was back again. She was such a bad liar.

“Libya, was this one of those nasty pranks of yours?” but when I was about halfway through the sentence, Libya hung up. How could I be so stupid? I flung myself onto the bed and sighed. But then I came up with an idea. I got up, wiped the tears away and sat at my computer and began to type.

OOO

The next morning, I woke up to an ear splitting scream. I knew exactly what it was. I ran down the hall way, blue prints of me and Cate as young children starring at me the whole way, down the stairs and out the front door to see Cate starring bug eyed at a piece of paper.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Cleo Leons party was canceled. CANCELED!!!” Cate sobbed.

“Oh,” I said.

“You’re not disappointed?” Cate asked.

“Uhhh… Of course I’m disappointed. See?” I said as I pouted and made fake sobbing noises. Tears were running down Cate’s face. “Cate, it’s fine. We’ll have other opportunities!” I explained. Cate ran into the house as she dropped the letter. I picked it up and giggled. Was Cate really dumb enough to believe either letters?

A/N- This is one of those things that I wrote a million years ago, but then totally forgot about until I found it in a long forgotten microsoft word folder. Please review! Constructional critisism welcome!