Hello fellow readers. This is one of my first stories I am going to attempt to finish on Fiction Press. :D Chapter 1 should be coming up sometime tonight or tomorrow.

To a girl, a best friend is like a weapon.

Together they were a force to be reckoned with.

A trouble making duo.

One person in two bodies…

Sisters separated from birth.

And for Mona Dale, all of this was true…. At least, to an extent.

Ever since grade school, she and Lena Macintosh had stuck together like glue.

If one tried out for a sport, the other did too. Summer camps became package deals, Friday nights were hardly spent apart... Their friendship was just as tough as it was real, sticking together all the way through their senior year in high school.

The only thing that ever seemed to tear their bond was, well, their looks.

Lena was the perfect blonde, her hair as bright and colorful as morning sunshine. Even as a child her ocean blue eyes could mesmerize anybody that that they landed on. Well Mona's hair stood limp and brown, turning in messy wisp's across her forehead, blocking her dark chestnut eyes. Her face dusted in freckles from too much sun...

None of this really seemed to be a problem to either of them when they were only five years old. But as soon as junior high hit, things began to change.

Suddenly boys started to swarm around Lena like flies to a lamp; laughing at her every word, playfully tickling her for fun. To Mona, at first, it didn't seem like an issue. So what? Guys had raging hormones, Lena was outgoing… Why wouldn't they go for her? But as the years began to pass, Mona began to realize that things weren't going to change. Heck, they even got worse. Their freshman year at Steeple High had only brought more distractions. Lena's baby weight had fallen off, and her cheeks began to disappear exposing her high set cheekbones, then leaving Mona stuck to stand next to an almost un-comprehensible companion. When they walked down the hallway together, nobody looked at her, all eyes were on Lena.

Lena, Lena… Lena.

That's all anyone cared about.

Yet, they still stuck together. Despite the dazzling differences in their genetic structure. Not to say that Mona was ugly. No, she wasn't. But neither was she an equal to her friend. Lena looked like a Brazilian model, well Mona was just… average. She was at an average size, not thin but not overweight, had average features, an average voice…

No wonder everyone wanted to be-friend Lena. Who wanted to hang out with someone so normal, when they could talk to a pretty face?

Maybe she should have left Lena alone to thrive without her. Leaving wouldn't have done much of a difference. She had tons of friends, tons of boyfriends, good grades. Losing her wouldn't alter the blondes reputation.

But, even if it meant never being noticed, Mona couldn't ditch her.

That wasn't what best friends did.