The Life We Hid From Our Parents

This is a story that my sister and I are co-writing. We really are sisters in real life and we want to give a shout-out to all those people out there that have double lives.;)

Prolouge

We all have skeletons in our closets, and this is the story about the skeletons in our closets.

Chapter 1- Twins Fight

Kimberly's POV

" Stop using my freaking stuff Karly!" Ugh I hated it when my sister "borrowed" my stuff. Somehow whenever she borrows my stuff it always magicly dissapears into thin air. Well I just about had it. Her "borrowing" my favorite purple converse didnt really work out. You see I just bought the worlds cutest outfit and my purple converse would go perfect with it, but nooooooo instead my shoes (once again) magicly dissapeared. Everytime I confront her she always claims to have no idea what I'm talking about. " I don't know what your talking about. I put them right back in your closet." So I was going to have to wait to wear my tottaly cute outfit.

I put on some blue jeans and a pink and black tie-die shirt. I always wore my old black scuffed up nikes. Karly wore the same exept the shirt was black and blue tie-die. I swear we never plan these things. I guess its a twin thing. Even thought we are twins we have two total different personalities. Im girly and fun but Karly is tomboyish mixed with a gothic side (freak.) The thing is the way she...we look my personality fit us better than hers. We had dirty blonde hair, pretty blue eyes (if I do say so for myself), and a nice body. The thing is my sisters boobs are a full c while im in a b. How does that work you might ask. I dont know. My sister is all quiet and mysterious while im perky and loud. If only she could be more like me. We would get along so much better and she would be so much more popular.

We both grabbed our bags and went down for breakfast. Waiting for us was pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast. As good as it all looked it was way to many carbs. So instead I just settled with a piece of plain toast. I got fat very easily and Karly could eat all day and not gain a single pound (lucky little brat.) While I had to not only watch what I ate but I also have to work out while Karly is eating dounuts snickering.

After breakfast we headed out. We sometimes ride the bus but we mostly walk. So as we walked of course we bickered about whose stuff was whose. You see we never really fought unless it was about our stuff. Once we finaly settled everything and got to school we quickly met up with our friends in our usual meeting spot....the girls bathroom. But it was for a good reason. We both went into a seperate stall and began working magic.

When we came out I was wearing gray skinny jeans with rips in them, a hot pink shirt that showed my sholders and a little bit of my stomach, a pink bow, and black high heels with a little pink bow on each of them. Once again Karly wore the same expect the pink on my outfit was dark blue, the bow was black, and she added a black choker. This was just the beggining.

Now was our makeup. Thick black eyeliner, black eyeshadow (for Karly), pink eyeshadow (for me), and red lipstick. But of course we would add accessories. Some earings here and some braclets there. Once we were done with that........well.... we were "us". The true us.

Karly's POV

Ughhhh, I sighed to myself as I heard my twin sister's annoying voice coming from the bedroom. She was such a tight person and not in the good way. But despite her flaws I love her anyways. Then I heard her grumbling to herself from across the hall and thought, well most of the time.

She was all peed off because I borrowed some of her shoes, but I put them right back after I used them..... I think. Oops. Oh, well, her problem not mine. Besides she was freaking out like it was the end of the world (freak). I swear, sometimes I didn't even think we were really sisters, she could be such a girl. If it wasn't for the way we looked I would've sworn we had gotten mixed up at the hospital.

We both met in the hallway on our way down to breakfast and found that we were dressed in pretty much the exact same clothes as eachother, again. The only real difference were the colors. We both had on blue jeans and had on the same tie-dye shirt except mine was blue and black and hers was pink and black. And we were wearing the same old pair of nikes.

We drifted down to meet the promising sight and smell, which was amazing if I do say so myself, of eggs, toast, bacon, and pancakes. I laughed evily to myself as I looked at the longing look on her face. She'd never eat it though. I could hear her thoughts now, to many carbs. I bet that is exactly what she was thinking to. I could eat anything I wanted and I wouldn't gain a single pound, she on the other hand wasn't so lucky.

Just as I thought, while I was pigging out she simply grabbed a piece of plain toast. Ha, lightweight. Man, at times I kind of feel bad for her though, I mean we both knew that Ms.Yohishi, the person that took care of us while our parents are gone, had the best cooking in the whole world. Well, more for me. Yep, now that sounded like the old me, I was definately back to my old evil self.

When we were finished with breakfast I scrawled a quick note telling Ms.Yohishi that she could take today and tomorrow off so we could have a party we'd been planning for a while, but I left that last part out. She'd never even know. Then headed out the door. We decided to walk to school today because somtimes we took the bus, but only when we were feeling lazy or if it was 'that special time of the month', wink wink nudge nudge.

We got to school about ten minutes later and made a bee line for the girls bathroom where we met with our friends almost every day we could. Then me and my sis went into seperate stalls and..... mixed up our look a bit. Lets just say that we weren't the angels everyone outside school thought we were.

When we were done we looked like different people, well clothes difference of course. We came out wearing matching gray skinnies with rips in them and matching shirts that showed a little shoulder a little stomach and we each had a little bow in our hair. Then we both had on Black heels with a matching bow.

The only difference once again were the colors her shirt and bows were hot pink and my shirt was a navy blue and my bows were black then I added a choker just cause, then we accessorized and added makeup. Once we were done with that we were our true selves, the ones we hid from the rest of the world, especially our parents. Sometimes I almost felt bad for our clueless parents. They were so out of the loop, they didn't even know there was a loop. Poor guys, oh well, not our fault they were away so often, sometimes for weeks at a time. What with mom being a fasion designer and traveling the world and dad being the president of a successful technology company they were away practically 24/7.

Well more parties for us. Then we walked out of the bathroom and prepared to drag ourselves through the day, the only thing getting us through was that it was Friday and that later tonight there would be a major party at our house. Well, showtime.