Hey this is going to be an attempt at writing a story. Please leave your comments, tell me if you want me to keep posting or if you'd rather I keep my horrid witing to myself... lol and please don't mind the millions of spelling mistakes I make...
{Amy's Point of View}
It was the last sunday that I, Amy Summers, was likely to ever see. "I DON'T KNOW HOW IN THE WORLD YOU MANAGED TO GET A ELEVEN ON YOUR MATH FINALE!!!!! YOU HAD BETTER START EXPLAINING LITTLE LADY!!!!!!" That was my mother... She ussually is pretty cool but the one thing she can't stand is someone getting a low grade on something important and you might be thinking I have a really uptight mom but you'd be wrong. When my mom was in high school she had a twin that loved to cause problems and start fights. One day they had a really big exam coming up and Tia (mom's twin) asked her to help her study but mom was busy so she said 'no' and the next day after the exam she found her sister in the bathroom with her wrists slit and in one hand was a scaple that her sister had took from the science room and in her other hand was her exam. The exam had a big red F across the top. Mom allways blamed herself. So even now in my room and being grounded for a month I can't really hate her because I know how I feel about my twin and I would be way meaner if I lost her.
{Ryan's Point of View}
You know sometimes being the twin of the person who allways gets in troble is annoying. I was in my room and suddenly all I can hear is mom yelling at Amy because she faild.... again.... Now you might think why don't I just move away from the noise and the answer would be that there reall isn't any reason to. When you meet twins the first question most people ask is if they can talk to each other in there heads and unfortunatly we can. So at any time we can talk to each other and right now she won't let me tune out because she blames me for not giving her the answers. Sometimes having a twin sucks.
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