Deep Secret

Seniors

I wake up to something falling on the hardwood floor.

I sit up quickly and look around, then rest my eyes on Stacie getting ready for school.

"Oops!" she says, picking her lamp. "I'm VERY clumsy in the morning," she admits. I laugh, and stand up and walk over and give my twin a hug.

"It's alright," I say to her. I feel her shake with laughter. "Trying to be you is harder than I thought," she says.

I pull away and look at her straight in the eyes. "Stacie, be yourself. You are destined to be yourself, and no one else, k?" I tell her. She smiles. "Then can I go back to bed?" she asks with a joking tone. I laugh. "If you don't want to go to seminary with me, sure."

I then walk over to my drawers, take out some clothes, and head to the shower. "I want to go to seminary," I hear Stacie say. I turn around and smile. "Ok, get dressed."

Taking off my PJ's, I step into the hot water, loving the feeling of the pressure that hit my back.

After washing my hair and my body, I get into a pair of faded blue boot cut jeans with a pink long sleeved shirt, the sleeves got baggy towards the end near my wrists.

Placing my socks on, I washed my face and put on my makeup.

I looked in the mirror and saw my twin peering through the room at me. "What?" I ask.

Stacie the walks in and sighs. "Shelby, I need to tell you something," she says. "Ok," I then stand up straight after I'm done.

Then, Stacie starts crying. "Stacie, what's wrong?" I ask, walking up to her and giving her a hug. "Shelby, ever since we started high school, I envied you, and wished to be you. But whenever you and I came close to each other, I wanted to act like you, but everything was trying was when I was mean," Stacie tells the truth.

I just stand there, hugging my twin, then say, "Stacie, I don't want you becoming jealous of me and all of my friends. I want you to be YOU. Ok?" I whisper. "Ok," she cries.

After settling down, Stacie pulls apart and puts a smile on her face. "Shelby, I'm glad I have you." "I'm glad I have you too, Stacie."

Then, Stacie looks down at her watch. "Holy crap! We're going to be late! Let's hurry!" We both grab our school bags and head out to the kitchen, grab a quick breakfast, say goodbye to Colton who is awake, head to the garage, and drive out in my mustang.

We arrived 5 minutes before seminary started. Stacie and I bolted into the church, and saw that everybody was already there.

I then spot a girl with waist length, straight, brown hair, walk up to me. Her light blue shirt showed off her earrings, and her emerald eyes dazzled with her necklace.

"Shelby!" Heather exclaims, now running up to me. "Heather!" I holler. We run up to each other and hug. "How are you?" she asks me. "Oh, you know, the same," I say dramatically. Heather laughs. "Well, I just saw you yesterday, but today we're acting as if we haven't seen each other in YEARS!" Heather smiles. "I know! But what I can't believe is that we're already in our LAST year if high school!" I say as we walk to the class room. "I know! It's going to be so different without..." Heather then pauses. I stop. "Ky?" I ask quietly. Heather hesitates then nods. "I agree, but last year, as Juniors, we somehow survived the third year without him. I'm pretty sure we can do it this year, too," I say hopefully. "Let's hope!" Heather says, shaking her hands in the air, then class starts.

When we finished seminary, Stacie and I raced Heather to the school. We won the little race, and get out, running to the doors, all of our stuff in hand. "Hey! No fair! You guys can't just leave me!" I hear Heather scream after us. I turn around to see her arms FULL of stuff. I laugh. "Heather? Do you think that you OVER packed for school? Remember LAST year?" I tease. Heather just smiled. "No, silly! Of course I didn't!" Stacie and I just laugh, then the three of us head inside.

Once we entered, we stopped to see all of the kids buzzing around. "Jeez! There SURE are a LOT of kids!" Stacie leans over to me. "You said it," I say.

We then meet up with Lacy, who is excited to see us. "Hi, guys! How are you?" "Good!" we all say simultaneously.

The four of us headed to Principle Kindle's office.

"Hello girls!" he greets us. "Hi!" we all say. "Now, what would you four like?" Well, could you give us our locker numbers and codes?" I ask. "Sure!" he replies, heading to his desk and pulled out some slips.

"Here you are," he says, handing us all the locker numbers and codes. "Thank you!" we all exclaim, and head out.

"What number did you get?" Stacie asked Lacy. "#132," her best friend said. "Seriously? I got #133!" Then the girls started squealing.

"Hey, Heather? What number did you get?" I ask her, leaning to see her number. "#157," she replied. "What number do you have?" I just stared at it. "#155," I whisper, then look at Heather. "Whose in between us?" "Oh! I think I know who! His name is...uh...oh! Alex Henderson! He's a new kid at our school," Heather smiles. "Huh, guess I'll meet him soon!" I smile back. "Hey, what if you met him at the coffee shop? That would be a good place, don't you think?" Heather questioned with a wink.

"Heather, stop!" I say playfully, gently pushing her away.

We walk up to our lockers, and unlocked them, and placed our stuff inside.

"Well, I guess I'll see you in some of my classes, huh, Heather?" I ask her. "Yep, but the BEST part is that Jayce and I are in ALL of our classes! I'm NOT joking!" she squealed. "That's awesome!" I reply.

Then the bell rang. "Well, see ya!" I shout to my best friend as she walks to her first class opposite of mine. "Ya, see you!" Heather hollers back.