I Am Me

So just a note: As far as I know the people and places in this story don't actually exist. Any similarities are unintentional, if you have a problem with it let me know. I might be able to change the names and what-not provided it doesn't ruin the story line. (haha i sound so serious)

Happy Reading!

{Chapter 1}

My name is Reagan O'Conner. I'm 16 years old, and I'm a twin. It's a little more complicated than fraternal (different genes) or paternal (identical genes). See my mother released one egg. That egg split and the identical eggs were then fertilized by two different sperm. So we're half identical, my brother and I. In fact, 75% of our genes are identical. And I know this because our parents make sure we never forget.

See they're clinical psychologists…and we have become their personal experiment. From the moment we first looked up at our parents they have constantly evaluated, re-evaluated, and interpreted our actions, reactions, and what-not. Hayden could give you all the technical terms, but I couldn't care less.

That's the other thing: Hayden and I are complete opposites. He likes to cook. I love soccer. He likes to read. I'd rather blast aliens on Halo. What makes it so bizarre though is that Hayden's a guy and I'm a girl.

We're pretty sure the reason we're so mixed up is because of our parents. See in elementary school they enrolled us both as girls, in middle school we got to be ourselves, and now we're moving halfway across the country so they can enroll us in a new high school as boys. Yup, that's right they're going to pass me off as a boy. It's no big deal; I get mistaken for a guy all the time. Ex 1: My friends and I were at the mall when a group of (really slutty) girls came up and flirted with me, handed me their numbers, and then left. I threw the numbers away, but the point is I apparently make for a very hott guy. Hayden has never been mistaken for anything but a guy…He does get mistaken for gay sometimes. It's always funny. I'm not really sure what my parents hope to learn from this….In fact, I'm pretty sure they just do it for kicks now.

So here we are sitting in our H3 outside our new house. It's a cute Dutch colonial style house…O.K. It's a mansion. Three floors with 7 bedrooms, 5 full bathrooms and 2 half baths, a kitchen and kitchenette, two family rooms, a parlor, a formal dining room, and a dining room connected to the kitchen. Yea, it's HUGE! Our houses always are. Hayden is sitting next to me playing Cooking Mama 2 on his DS (I told you he likes to cook), while I play FIFA on my PSP. A couple of the kids from the farm next door have come out to watch the movers take all our stuff in. That's right, I said farm, and we're in the middle of freaking no where! Our Mother waves at us from the front porch. Her curly brown hair bounces in her face. She knocks it back from her perfectly blue eyes. God, I hate her. She's the epitome of femininity. Father comes up behind her looking as serious as always. He started balding about ten years ago and decided to shave it all off. It makes him look ex-military, but he's really the world's biggest soft-y.

That's another thing about our parents, we ALWAYS call them Mother and Father. Mom and Dad are too casual for the relationships we have with each other.

"They want us to go inside…"Hayden looks up from his game and sighs.

"I suppose we shouldn't exacerbate the problem," he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out. Damn, why does he always have to be so reasonable? I reluctantly follow him up the sidewalk to our waiting parents.

"We wanted to show you kids around the house!" Mother smiled brightly, a perfect smile. God, I hate her. We both shrug and follow her up the staircase-the grand staircase. That's right it's one of those numbers like Cinderella comes in on. She leads us down a ridiculously lavish hallway on the third floor, and by ridiculous I mean that half of it was still in boxes and it was already ridiculous. She walks all the way to the end, where there are two sets of double doors on either side of the hallway.

"Hayden's is on the right and, Reagan, you're in the left! There's even a connecting bathroom!" She sounded so excited. That means she probably mixed up the rooms again. Well here we go. I bet it…Holy Hell! This place is HUGE! I have my own freaking game room! There's the bedroom, king size bed. Nice! OOooooh! You should see this closet! I could fit my bed in here….Imagine all the shoes you could fit in here!

Yea I have girly moments. Got a problem with that?

I do a little happy dance in the closet, and then go check out the bathroom. Hayden stares at me from across the room. Again I could fit my bed in here, maybe even two of 'em. There's a huge Jacuzzi tub to the right and four -- count 'em – four – sinks to the left. There's a huge edge around the Jacuzzi tub and a high bay window that turns into a sky light when it reaches the ceiling. There are doors on either side of the tub. They each lead to a toilet and through another door, a shower. I turned to look at Hayden and we both grinned.

"She didn't mix up the rooms."

"Have you seen my closet!? It's a whole other bedroom!" He laughed at me.

"How anyone can mistake you for a guy I will never know."

"Well they don't usually have a conversation with me…just hit on me." We go back to our separate rooms to settle in.

{Chapter 2}

My alarm goes off somewhere on the other side of the room. Yesterday I discovered my alarm and I don't get along after I threw it at the wall…the wall threw it back. I have the lump to prove it. I groan and roll over right as Hayden walks in.

"Oh no, you don't! Time to get up, we have school today!" He pulls the blankets off the bed.

"But I don't wanna be a boy, H-dawg!" He grins at me.

"But R-sizzle, it's time to return the favor!" He's of course referring to elementary school when he had to masquerade as a girl. Mother even made him wear dresses. So he gets to dress me today. It's a sort of apology for the mental scaring.

Thirty minutes later, I'm dressed, fed, and in the passenger seat of the Hummer trying to find a decent radio station while I wait for Hayden. Five minutes later I've given up on the radio and plug in my iPod. I put on Soulja Boy just as Hayden gets in the car. He groans.

"Please, anything but this!" I grin at him.

"Anything?" He looks at me dubiously, and then nods. I quickly switch over to MSI. My all time favorite band! Hayden slumps in his seat, he hates them with a passion. But a deal is a deal. We head off are pleasantly surprised by how nice the school looks. It makes sense I guess, W.B. Lloyd High School is the only high school in the entire county. We get lots of stares as we park.

"Geez, you'd think they'd never seen a hummer before."

"They've probably only ever seen pictures." We smile at each other and get out of the car. I finally take stock of what Hayden dressed me in: slightly baggy jeans over basketball shorts, a concert tee (MSI! He does love me!), black vans, and a few leather bracelets. …I look like a skater punk. Sweet!! We go into the front office and pick up our schedules. The man behind the desk gives us a suspicious look. Out in the hall we compare schedules.

"Homeroom, Statistics, Chemistry, Lunch, Band, American Lit, and US History. What about you R?" Aww man! Only three classes together!

"Homeroom, US History, Chemistry, Lunch, Pre-calculus, American Lit, and PE! At least I end on a high note!" Hayden Laughed at me and started walking to homeroom.

Did I ever mention that we're juniors? Yea I know, half the classes we're taking are senior classes, but when your parents are crazy super analyzing psychologists you don't really make a lot of friends. Don't get me wrong we had friends before we moved, but not many so we spent a lot of time studying. I secretly think our parents experimented on us to make us smarter, but I know H-dawg would just laugh at me if I told him.

Oh the stares. We just walked into Homeroom and wouldn't you know? Everyone stopped what they're doing and stared at us. Rude much? Aw crap that girl looks like she's about to start drooling, I have a feeling it's going to be an interesting year.

"Yo! We're the O'Conner boys, we just transferred in." I gave a little wave while Hayden glared at me for my intro. "Chill H-dawg! They seem pretty fly." I swear Hayden's gonna kill me. I totally sound like a stupid poser. Hahaha!

"As my idiot brother has said we're the O'Conner's; my name is Hayden and this idiot is Reagan." Hey! The idiot comment was only warranted once! My turn to glare.

"The idiot comment was only warranted once Hayden…" The teacher decided to interrupt before we started arguing too much. Smart woman, I think I might like her.

"Well Welcome to Brighton County boys! You two can take the seats behind Jessie and Hilary. Raise your hands please!" A boy and girl towards the back raised their hands. Damn they look nervous, are we really that intimidating? We sit down behind them and sink into awkward silence.

"Chocolate monkeys!" All three of them give me odd looks. "What? I couldn't take the awkward silence anymore!" Hayden just shakes his head.

"Y'all aren't really what I was expecting…For rich kids you seem pretty down to earth." I really looked at the girl for the first time. Green eyes, tan freckled skin, and curly brown hair. It looked so soft! I wanna touch it. Hayden gave me a look that obviously said don't embarrass me in public…He should know better.

"Can I touch your hair? It looks so soft!" She gave me a weird bewildered look but nodded hesitantly. I quickly stuck both hands in her hair. "Wow! It's even softer than it looks! H-dawg you gotta feel this!" Wait….Hayden's blushing. Does he…? Nah, my little Hayden's never had a crush before I doubt he'd start now. The guy whips around.

"Would you stop trying to be gangster? You're a skinny little white skater punk so stop calling him dawg!" I gave him a cool look.

"I'll be whatever I want to be Thank you very much. Because 1) its not your business and 2) it happens to be his nickname, H-dawg, so if you value your little ego I would suggest you turn around and shut up before I do something about it." The guy, I think his name was Jessie (ha-ha girly name!), glared at me but turned around. Score one for me! Hayden was rolling his eyes and the girl was looking at me in shock. "What? He was asking for it."

"That's Jessie Carters! He's the football quarterback. No one disobeys Jessie; he's like a king here." She whispered fervently. I scoffed both audibly and visibly, there was no way such a jerk should be so popular. Especially a football jerk, Soccer all the way!!

"I don't believe we properly introduced ourselves. I'm Reagan O'Conner, and this quiet lad is my baby brother, Hayden O'Conner." Hayden glared at me for the baby brother comment (he hates being reminded that I'm 5 minutes older than him). The girl just giggled.

"I'm Hilary Banks. It's nice to meet you Hayden and Reagan." She smiled at Hayden when she said his name. Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make me a match! I smirked at him. Yup, definitely going to be an interesting year.

This is my first story ever! So I'd really appreciate it if you guys could give me some feedback.

Thanks for reading! Next chapter should be up later this week or beginning of next week.