Isabetta and Lisabett

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Getting up to go to the College, I heard how Dad whispered in the hall with my brother James who is working in our grandmother's company. I managed to hear that they were discussing something that I could not hear what it was. I decided to open the door quickly, making Dad and James jump in shock and I said:Can you let me sleep! Do you think that whispering you make less noise! How irritating!

Hey girl! Don't yell at us like that and don't even dare to go back to sleep! Because you already have to go to study and if you go back to bed I'll pour cold water on you (James said somewhat annoyed).

I rolled my eyes and closed the door. I made my bed and took a shower. I came out after 10 minutes and dressed in this.

I left my room and knocked on the door of my sister's room

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I left my room and knocked on the door of my sister's room. Isabetta is my twin sister. We are identical but very different twins. And excuse my manners, my name is Lisabett but call me Lisa. I knocked on the door again and said: Isa hurry up, we have to have breakfast and go. Remember that the bus will drop you off! And she opened the door with a big smile and dressed with this.

  Remember that the bus will drop you off! And she opened the door with a big smile and dressed with this

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As you already realized, she is the cute girl and I am the bad and troubled girl. But keep in mind that appearances can be deceiving ...
I smiled at her, I turned on my heel and we went down to the kitchen to have breakfast, we found Dad and James finishing breakfast, they smiled at us. Isa sat down and I made our breakfasts. While we ate Dad and James said goodbye and left. "Take care" Dad said before leaving.

Wait for the bus where my sister is studying arrived, we studied in different college but I have noticed my sister a little depressed, she usually likes to go to study but this month she has not had the same spirit. At first I thought her disinterest was normal, I thought she had met someone, a boy! But I was wrong.
It wasn't that, because a couple of days ago I noticed some bruises on her legs and arms, which she try to hide with makeup. I got so angry but I had to control my emotions to be able to do something for her, so I decided to ask the director of the College where I am, if I could transfer to that College. So from tomorrow on, I'll be studying with her. I haven't said anything to her and I hope she doesn't get mad at me.

I arrived at my college on my motorcycle, I had not commented to you, I go to college on a motorcycle because I work and with the money I earned, I bought a motorcycle. I took my belongings and went to my class, I don't talk to many because they are afraid of me since I am very cold and I don't usually smile in front of my classmates, besides that they respect and admire me because I am very intelligent. The hours pass so slowly and I was a little anxious to be able to go and tell my sister ... The classes ended and I was rushing to put my things away. Many people saw me with intrigue and others murmured until a shy boy approached me and said:
Lisa? Sorry for bothering you but can I talk to you about something? Yes of course ( i said) Tell me what you need? And he said, I have to tell you that I like you a lot and I would love to go on a date with you, what do you think? would you like to date me?
"That was very direct" was the only thing that came out of my mouth and with a cold tone ... The boy started to blush and his eyes were watery. I panicked, it was not my intention that the boy will cry! So I decided to take out my phone, unlock it, went straight to the contacts and said: Save your number with your name and I will write or call you to tell you when and where. Do you think it's OK?
The boy just nodded and smiled widely. 
"How cute" I thought and I went with his number.

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