Alice William, the hated, unloved, unwanted twin. She's been abused as long as she's remembered, while her twin, Grace, lives the life of luxury, both at home and school.
Alice and Grace are bipolar opposites. Grace being your typical, girly gir...
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"What do you think? grey or blue?" Grace asked me as if I had any clue to what was happening right now as she held up two different colored skirts. All I was told to do was answer her questions, which I am doing, but my question was why I need to? Surely she can decide whether not she wanted to wear a grey or blue skirt today, why am I needed?
"Grey," I answered boredly, thinking about all the productive things I could be doing rather than this.
"Why am I here again?" I questioned my twin, a small smile playing along her lips, a smile that never seemed to leave.
"You'll see soon," She says. I frown. Not the answer I was looking for. I sighed laying down on Grace's bed, covering my eyes with my arms blocking the light on the ceiling from my view.
"Ok, last question! Black or white, remember it's what you think will look good on me, not you ..." Grace trailed off at the end and made a point when saying me and you, saying it as if I were a mere child. Rolling my eyes I propt myself up on my elbows looking at the black and white jumper my twin held in front of me.
Thinking back to all the other pieces of clothing I picked and the fact that this was for Grace, I made my desicion. Pointing to the nice white knitted jumper, confidentitly I tell her that one.
Grace jumps up and down in joy, squealing like a mad women, she runs into her walk-in-closet to get dressed but not before turning around with a stern look on her face that made her look really adorable with her scrunched up face, along with a small little pout on her lips, telling me to stay put.
Rolling my eyes I stay put while my twin prepared herself for whatever it is she was preparing for.
"Alright, done!" My twin happily spoke, stepping out of her closet and twirling around, showing off her outfit.
She wore the nice white knitted jumper with a light grey scarf around her neck. Same shade of grey plaid coloured skirt with tights and Doc martins. A gold necklace with a little star at the end hung around her neck with matching gold stund earrings with a small Dimond in the middle of them.
"How do I look?" Grace asks, her eyes wide with a hidden excitement in them telling me she had something planned. What it was exactly, I had no idea.
"Pretty," I says, lying back down and closing my eyes. I had a nightmare last night, so I didn't get much sleep, maybe an hour at most. I had trouble getting to sleep, too, so I was pretty fucking tired right now.
A ding came from Graces phone across the room, indicating she had just received a new notification. Walking across the room a beaming smile pulls the end of my sisters lips, happiness clearly shown of her face, as she read the notification.
"Can I go now?" I asks, yearning for a bit of shut eye right now. What I would give to be in kinder again and have an afternoon nap in one of those weird sleeping bag things that they have. I'm so fucking jealous of those little kids!
