This is Grace (and the stuff in the parentheses is Beatrice, who cannot help but overhear/oversee, whatever). I just wanted to put in that Beatrice has been totally sweet (shut up, you prat! I don’t do SWEET! Umm… okay, it does sound like a nice adjective, so go on, Grace) and has put her foot down. (That sounds more like the stuff I do… anyway, Grace, please continue, as I am liking this more and more)
She actually told Mom that we were both equally her daughters and she should accept it. That we were twins stuffed into a single body, like a super-convenient package-deal. (She put it down verbatim… looks like you really were listening, Grace) So Mom is almost down with SPD herself, trying to decide whether she is okay with us being not quite normal and all. Poor Mom! She must really be in a dilemma. She can either accept the awesome miracle that is us (which is definitely not normal), or she could accept a sad normal daughter, i.e. she’d have to choose between one of us, and I do think it should be Beatrice, because I kinda crashed in and Beatrice was originally here (I can’t believe you’re actually writing this, Grace! You are such a sweetheart! But I am not letting you go. You go, I go. Beatrice Grace Parker is just a body then. Mom will not want that)
Anyway, I’m a shitty writer. It’s Beatrice who’s good with the words and all (I totally love ya, sis) so I think it will be better if she writes the ‘journal’. I can always ask her to write something down when I can’t frame it properly (of course you can, dear). See, she is sweet. ( :D ) But I HAD to write this once to make sure that you get to know how awesome she is. Because I know she would never have let you guess at the sweet person inside. She’s totally layered. Shy outside. Cheeky in the middle. And completely loyal and sweet inside. (Now I’m feeling good about letting her write the last lines without interrupting. Grace is such sweetheart! She does kind of overuse ‘sweet’, ‘awesome’ and all, but as long as the adjectives apply to me or us, I’m okay with the overuse)
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The Journal of Beatrice Grace Parker
Teen FictionIt all started as an exercise to let out my feelings... And ended up being much more.