Hello everyone, this is an idea that I came up with while on the bus. For some reason, that ends up being the time when I think about these kinds of things!

I myself have a twin, so you might see a bit of thoughts of myself in here, although these characters aren’t really either me or my sister.

Anyways… Here it is, and please enjoy. I’ll try to get the next chapter out soon!

Twin

Part 1

Lia

My mirror image

My duplicate

How do you deal with that?

No way, really.

Do you need to?

**

I slip down in my seat

Feeling uncomfortable

Sulky

Distempered

Why do I have to be here?

Why do I have to go to Sarah’s

Stupid dance recital

Anyway?

*

One of the few times

Where we don’t have to be together

When Sarah’s at dance, and

I’m home alone.

*

It feels nice,

No one to hog the computer,

No one to scream at me about

Something or another.

It almost lets me

Believe

That I don’t have

Someone who knows

Everything about me.

*

I admonish myself for

Thinking that.

I never don’t want a twin,

Not really.

*

How great it must be

To have a twin!

Yeah, right.

It’s not like that.

How would you like it

If you still had to share a room

At sixteen?

*

Do you like the same things?

At times, yes.

We love cats,

And the color blue,

And chocolate.

But Sarah loves dancing,

And talking, talking, talking

I love writing,

Writing away-

Till my heart’s content.

*

I turn to the girl sitting next to me.

People say we

Look just alike,

But I can’t see it,

Not really.

I mean,

We have the same hair and eyes,

And we’re identical,

But can’t you see the

Difference between us?

How can you say that

We are exactly the same?

*

Her cheeks are flushed with excitement,

Her eyes wide.

She’s loved to dance ever

Since she was a little

Girl.

*

Me, I never liked it.

Thought is was boring.

All those steps you have to remember-

Ugh. No.

Not for me.

*

She fidgets with her Pointe shoes

That she’s holding in her lap.

They look really worn out,

Why doesn’t she get new ones?

Apparently they’re “worn in.”

Whatever that means.

*

I don’t know much about dance,

But I know almost

Everything else about

Sarah.

I know what music she likes

(We listen to the same bands)

I know what clothing she likes

(We wear the same clothes)

And almost every

Teeny

Little

Detail, we can never

Hide from another.

**

I lean up against

The window glass,

Trying to close my eyes,

Get some sleep,

Even though I’m

Not tired.

*

Sarah’s saying something,

But I pretend that

I can’t hear her,

That I’m asleep.

*

It’s not that

I don’t want to talk

To her, but

That I’m tired

Of having to put up with

Her habits,

As if I don’t have an

Identity for myself.

**

Suddenly,

From the front of the car,

I can hear my mom

Give a loud gasp,

And the screaming of tires.

*

The seconds slow

As I straighten up in

Time to see

The jeep at the

Intersection

Crash into the front of

Our car, sending shards of glass

Tearing towards the back seat.

End of Part 1