Starting tomorrow I will be house mates with my twin, punk rocker sister. We share the same face, yet everyone who has known us thinks she's the cute one! I'm being serious. They all think she's so fantastic with her ear-pearsingly loud electric guitars and her stupidly short hair. And I'm a boring square just because I spend some...most...ok, the vast majority of my time of school work and find it rather enjoyable.
Everything is fine at home is fine. Grate even. Just me, my younger brother Eric, my mum and my step dad. Sure some might say mum is a little up-tight with her rules, and is outdated and posh. Even Eliza said it, about her own mother. Just because dad got fed up with her (and that's saying something considering the sort of girls he used to bring home) doesn't mean we should end up stuck with her!
I can bet anything, as soon as she walks through that door, she will brake every house rule, faster than humanly possible.
