My name is Chasity. Chasity armstrong. I'm going to tell you this once and only once. This story is absolutly true. (more or less) and it starts with my brother. My annoying, meddling, irresponsible, immature, twin brother Chase. Chase and I have a... complicated relationship. Like all siblings, we argue and there's the occasional fist fight. But Chase and I are also closer than most siblings -and this experiance brought us even closer- so you'll often find us strangling each other one moment and then having our own mental conversation the next.

The day it all started was our birthday. I woke up with the sun in my eyes and a foul taste in my mouth. At first I thought it was just any other day. I got up and went through the same early morning routine.

When I got downstairs it seemed as if Chase had forgotten too because he was slouched over in his chair like he was every morning, and Chase is notorious for getting over excited on our birthday.

I walk in and take my usual seat between Chase and my mother.

"It's about time!" Chase said ,"Why do girls always take so long to get ready?"

"for your information, it usually takes girls my age twice as long to get ready, you should be grateful."

"Lucky me" Chase mumbled.

Dad gave us our food and we began eating. It was waffles, hash browns, and bacon. Witch was quite abit compared to our usual meal of cerel every day.

"So, whats the occasion?"I asked.

My parents gave each other amused looks and smiled at us while Chase and I just gave them blank looks.

"You forgot, didn't you?" my mom asked

"Forgot What?"Chase and I said together, I hate it when we do that.

"Your birthday" She replied.

"that was today?"

"Yes, your turning 14."

It suddenly dawned on me.

"Oh yeah..."