Identity [ON HIATUS]

0. Prologue

One Sunday, Rosie and I watched the clouds pass.

The wind whistled around our toys that were sprawled around our yard, including our brand new swing set. It sounded like a man whistling a tune to us as we lay, backs on the grass, staring up at the sky.

The clouds were in a constant state of change. They became a shape and then changed and they were never that shape again. Then, they would move on, carried by the wind and travel some distant land, to change, to progress.

"What's that one look like?" I pointed to a sharp edged cloud, as if clouds could have sharp edges.

Before she spoke, Rosie took a moment to contemplate, and made it obvious too. She stroked her chin like an evil scientist; devising a plan to take over the world.

"Well, it's clearly an arrow."

"An arrow?"

She nodded. "Of course, can't you see? It's pointing for the other clouds, to tell them where to go." Rosie's imagination had always been better than mine. She made up the games we played, and I followed along. Sometimes she was my big sister rather than my twin.

I laughed and let my body roll side to side in the long grass. "You're such a liar."

"I'm not kidding! Look, the other clouds are following. Sometimes, they get lost, and they need some help to get there. But, they'll get there."

Middle School was tomorrow and we were supposed to be getting an early night, but in those summer evenings, I never wanted to let go. Everything was warm, everything was happy. Nothing could hurt me.

A chill ran along my arms and I looked over at Rosie, whose blonde, straight hair was longer than mine and dangled behind her as she rested on her elbows.

"Jackie from across the street told me that on your first day, the older kids make you drink out of the toilet."

She looked down at me with a smirk. "If they try, I'mma kick their butts."

"Me too!" I don't know if she laughed because the thought of me kicking the ass of an older kid was completely ridiculous, or because I was pathetic trying to copy my twin sister.

No, she would never think that.

We both looked back up to the clouds, but they'd all disappeared, guided to their unknown.

"Rosie?"

"Hmm?"

"Will you still hang out with me when we go to middle school? You're not gonna leave me are you?"

And at that she faced me, and took my hand. "Daisy, you're stuck with me forever."

AN: FallingAlice made the beautiful banner at the top and honestly I've never felt so honored to have fanart made about one of my stories. Thank you so much! (Everyone should shower her with love)