“Eliza, come on!” I screamed poking my head through the front door of my house. “We do have school, you know?”
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Eliza sighed slowly making her way down the stairs. Her high heeled boot caught in the one step that had a piece of broken wood and she tripped, nearly tumbling down the rest of the way like a bowling ball. She sighed another heavy, tired sigh and ambled towards me. Eliza is my twin sister, and by twin I mean completely identical. We have the same light brown hair with somewhat bright hazel eyes and are even the same height, an amazingly short 5’3. My name is Eden, by the way. My sister and I are both sixteen years old and are just your completely normal (mixed with a little weirdness) California girls. We both wore nearly the same outfit today with our black boots and skinny jeans along with our long, loose lace shirts. Eliza’s shirt was gray though, while mine was white.
“So, we can’t just skip the first period or anything? Maybe go get some hot coco from the café in town?” Eliza asked practically dragging herself behind me with her book bag slung over her shoulder like it was weighing her down, and it probably was. I sighed and didn’t answer. Eliza always wanted to skip class, no matter what class it was. Trust me; I would be more than pleased to skip at least one day of school, but my hopes in getting into Harvard all depends on my grades, even if it’s the first day of school.
“Just get in the car dummy before we are late.” I chucked my bag in the back seat of our Sequoia and jabbed the keys in the ignition. Bye bye house and hello high school.
Honestly, I wasn’t really looking forward to the first day of school again. I am now officially a junior, not that I’m not totally excited about it, this just means more drama in my life. Drama, drama, drama. That’s all you get when you are in high school, besides education.
“Eden, are you nervous?” Eliza leaned over to me from the passenger seat with a grin on her face. I wanted to say ‘no’, but that would be a lie. I have plenty of reasons to be nervous, but mostly because of one of my old friends that I used to be very close to. Okay, so actually it’s my ex-boyfriend, Samuel. We were together for nearly two years when I broke up with him because I found out that he kissed another girl. Samuel Smith is one of the most popular guys in the school. Not just for his pretty brown/reddish hair and luscious green eyes, but the fact that he is also best friends with Roy Dawson gives him extra points. Roy Dawson; the acclaimed ‘hottest guy’ in the school with tan skin (probably from football practice during the summer) dark, shiny hair and eyes that sparkle in the sunlight. Not to mention his rockin’ body.
“Hello? Are you okay?” Eliza snapped her fingers in my face. Startled and out of thought I accidently swerved into the wrong lane making Eliza scream my name in terror. I quickly swerved back into our own lane and sighed in relief. Luckily there were no cars coming so we’re still alive. Yay.
“Really? Did you really just do that? You could have killed us!” Eliza shouted in my face.
“Well, maybe if you would get out of my face, I could focus more on the road and not on you.” She sighed and sat back in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest. We are sisters, we fight…so please readers get used to it. After our ‘near death’ experience and a short ways of silence and awkwardness, we arrived at the large school parking lot that was already filling with other student’s cars. I stepped out of the car and breathed in the same smell that I remembered from last year. Good ole lunch smell. Okay honestly it’s not all that good, but it’s tolerable.
“Oh, good to be back,” Eliza grinned stretching her arms out above her head. While scanning the parking lot I spotted Chloe Jones strutting her ‘nonexistent’ butt through the parking lot while winking at every single senior she passed. I could say that she wasn’t pretty (mostly because I’m not a huge fan of hers) but that would be a lie. I mean, my sister and I are pretty, but Chloe Jones is more of hot than pretty. Not being Lesbo or anything but there is a major difference between pretty and hot. Chloe reminds me of a Megan Fox kind of girl; hot, usually called ‘sexy’ by most of the guys, and a bit of a slut.
“Look whose back,” I said putting on my dark sunglasses. Chloe walked by us and snuck a look at us through the corner of her eyes. Chloe and I have had problems in the past that she still hasn’t let go of. And because she can’t let go of our displeasing past, I won’t let go of it either. I don’t know who’s to blame for our arguments and glares between Chloe and I, but I do know that Eliza and I didn’t give a damn whether Chloe made up rumors about us, talked behind our backs, or glared at us all day. This school has lived on our shoulders for years now. Chloe may have only arrived at this school three years ago, but she was popular and she knew it. But no matter what, this is our school. Eliza came to my side and hooked her arm through mine with my same matching grin.
“Well, let’s go sis. We have a school to ruin.”
