Joined: 19 Jul 2009
Summer days, though hot outside, meant relaxation on the plush sofa in the living room,
soaking in the cool breezes blown from the fans and air conditioner. Days were even better
when Gabby, my younger cousin, was at my house. This year, she would be a sophomore and I
would be a junior at Washington High School. Joe Joe would be a senior this year, so I
knew we'd have plenty of parties to go to. Even better, the seniors would leave us alone.
Being friends with someone of the In-Crowd certainly had its perks.
That particular day, the Monday exactly one week before school started, Gabby and I lay on
the living room floor, the vanilla cream carpet gentle beneath our bare shoulders. Wearing
matching hot pink halter tops and dark wash jean shorts, we were twins for the day.
However, Gabby and I were as unlike in appearance as a pair of twins could be.
Gabby Lopez, the daughter of my mother's sister, had dark hair that hung straight past her
shoulders, a rounded nose, deep chocolate brown eyes, and tan skin to die for. Her smile
could make a bad day better instantly.
I, Meghan Brumfield, however, was an exact opposite. I had golden blonde hair that rested
on my shoulders, blue eyes that shone with laughter, fair skin that refused to tan, and a
pointed nose. Sometimes I failed to understand how she and I were related. We were silent
for a while. The whir of the fans around the house filled my ears. I liked just spending
time with my cousin.
"Did you hear the latest about Drake Connors?"
This caught my attention. Drake Connors was the hottest guy at Washington, hands down.
Gossip about him was always exciting. "No, I didn't," I answered. "Tell me!"
Gabby grinned, pleased to tell someone. "Nicole says she heard he is single again."
This was definitely exciting. Shocking even. Drake and Brooke Long, the power couple at
Washington, had been together since they met Freshman year. It was thought they would get
"Not only that," she continued, "but someone snapped a picture of him sticking his tongue
down the throat of another girl at a party last night."
My jaw couldn't go any lower. "You're kidding," I managed to say a few moments later.
"Yeah," Gabby nodded. "It's all true."
I tried to imagine Drake with anyone but Brooke. It gave me the shivers. I wondered who
was so hot that he had to dump his soul mate for.
"Want to see the pictures?" Gabby asked, pulling me from my thoughts. She held a piece of
paper folded hamburger-style in front of me. "I printed it as soon as I saw it."
I nodded, grinning. "Totally."
We turned and lay on our stomachs. Gabby set the piece of paper in front of us. She slowly
I gasped when I saw for myself. Sure enough, there was Drake, lips locked on another girl.
It didn't have the best quality, but the message rang loud and clear. What was odd,
though, was the girl he was kissing. She had blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, a
curtain around her face. She was thin, like a model. There was an air of confidence and
mystery around her.
"Hey, Gabs?" I began, not taking my eyes off of the photo. "Does this girl look familiar
Gabby looked back at the picture on the piece of paper. She frowned in concentration for a
few seconds. Then her eyes widened. "Ohmagosh!" She turned to look at me. "Was that you?"
"No!" I exclaimed, tearing my eyes from the awful picture. "At least, I don't think so..."
I stood up and headed to the kitchen. My mouth felt awfully dry, and I was craving water.
Gabby followed me. "Then is it just a coincidence?"
I opened the fridge, pulled out a fresh Fiji bottle, closed the fridge, and untwisted the
cap, pouring the water into my mouth. Once I was refreshed, I spoke again. "Maybe. Or
maybe it's a wannabe."
"Why would Drake hook-up with a poser?"
I shrugged. "Beats me. The guy is messed up anyway if he dumped Brooke."
"Agreed, Gabby nodded.
That night, as I was dozing off in my room, I heard a voice. It was a female voice, and it
spoke to me in one identical to my own. However, I knew it wasn't me because this voice
was colder and mysterious.
"Poor, poor little Meghan," it said. "You have no idea what is going on, do you?"
I sat up slowly, my eyes surveying my room. Even in the dark, I could see no one. "Who's
The voice laughed in an unfriendly way. "You amuse me, Meghan."
I got out of bed and stumbled in the black to the bathroom. Flipping on the light switch,
I made my way to the sink. I figured splashing cold water over my face would shake me from
this nightmare, but when I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I found something wasn't
My reflection looked like me, but I could tell it wasn't me at all. Sure, she had my
physical features, but the glare in her eyes and the smirk on her lips told me different.
"Confused?" she asked me, clearly amused. "I can't blame you."
"Who are you?" I demanded, determined to not show my fear.
She sighed. "Never any fun, are you? Fine. I am your evil twin."
I raised an eyebrow. "I don't have an evil twin."
"Think again," she glared. "You survived, but I died in the womb."
My eyes opened wide. "What? You mean I had a twin and Mom never told me?"
"Correction: you have a twin." She pointed towards me. "You may have lived, sister, but I,
Marian, will get revenge! I will show the world my fury! I. Will. Live!"
-Chapter 1 End-