Flashlight

Chapter 1

Rylie and Sam were inseperable twins, with different likes and dreams. They always were together. Not even in school, in the bathrooms, while sleeping. You can't wash off the glue that has put them together. But it all changes in their first year in highschool.

"Mom, I need those curlers grandpa bought me, where'd you put it?" Sam said, appearing at the entrance of the kitchen, in a tank top and denim shorts.

Mrs. Young took a short glance from the meal she was preparing, then to her daughter. "How many times do I have to tell you, Sam, strictly no shorts and tank tops in going to school! I'll accept it if you're staying at home, but no, you're going to a public place, where boys can harass you! Do you even know what that means?" Mrs. Young groaned.

"Of course she does, she even let's them do it. Rylie chirped, entering the kitchen while reading a book called, ' Mathematics : Algebra '. Sam groaned.

"Why do you always have to show up at the times I don't want you to show up?" Sam says, "And by the way, don't come near me at school. They'll think I'm gross." Sam leaves the room, shortly, with a slam of the door.

"Rylie, what are you wearing?" Mrs. Young said, gaping at Rylie's outfit. She was wearing long jeans, due to her height, and a blue button-up. "Why don't you try girly things, but not too girly?" She suggested.

"Mom, I go to school for studying, not for people to look at my clothes. I only wear those dresses when there's a special occasion, and in this case, there is not." Rylie replies, taking a sip from her cup of coffee. "Besides, I'm not Sam."

"I heard that!" Sam shouts from her room. Rylie sighs.

"You've got a point. By the way, honey, how is your Math class going?" Mrs. Young asks, tentatively.

"It's great, I've been catching up to the lessons, and having less of asthma attacks too." Rylie answers, coolly. She doesn't like the fact that she got an -A in Math, so she started reviewing a lot more. Call her grade consious, but she really needs the grades to get to London. Plus, her asthma getting worse by the minute.

Rylie silently eats her bacon, while taking short sips from her plain dirty white mug. She looks at the window, seeing the warm sunshine and beautiful green trees swaying to the beat, she stands up and heads to her room.

Plain, is what Sam uses to describe Rylie's room. It had one poster of a band, called 5 Seconds of Summer. The rest were floral empty walls. She hung some of her pictures with Sam in her competitions and with the whole family. There were 2 desks, one for studying, another for her laptop. A queen sized bed in the middle, a walk-in closet, a bathroom and other stuff, like a mini library. For her, her room was interesting, awesome even. She didn't like vivid colours, she didn't like the sun at most times. It gives her a massive headache.

She went in her bathroom, and brushed her teeth.

"Rylie! Let's go, I need to get to Chemistry for that cute boy at the back!" Sam called, while Rylie frowns and grabs her shoulder bag and hoodie and rushes out the door.

"It's 8, Sam, you're class isn't until 9. Besides, that cute boy isn't going to arrive that early." Rylie counters. They both went in their garage to wait for their mother to drop them off at school.

"Do you girls have any more money?" Mrs. Young asks. Sam shooks her head, while Rylie nods. "Here's $10 for each of you, I'm running low, do you guys want anything from work?" Mrs. Young works as an accountant, it takes an hour for her to get there, and two hours back because of the daily traffic. Where she works, many stores are there, and they don't even cost a lot.