(Written: 12-13-21)
I wonder if I should tell her. Would it be easy? She's sitting here blabbering on about something random, but I couldn't tell you what it was, I wasn't listening. Her brown hair, which was unbrushed, rested on her shoulders. Her hazel eyes darted across the room as she pointed at things she was talking about. We were different, of course. But, not physically. The only way you'd be able to know which one of us was which, was by the scar I had on my arm, that I got when I burnt myself on our grill. She was my twin. Sitting in front of me, completely unaware of what I had planned.
We were each other's best friends. We knew each other better than our parents did. Yet, she had no idea that I was planning to run away in a month. I would like to think she would understand.
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A Collection of Short Stories
Short StoryI'm in a creative writing class at my high school. We write a lot of short stories and I wanted to share them here. So, I hope you like them.
