Can't You Tell?

Chapter Three

Our teacher made an announcement in the morning. She said that two new students would be joining our class in a few days. She smiled falsely at Ivy and I (wanting to get on our good side since we caused her nothing but anguish in class), and said they were two identical twin boys. "Maybe you'll get along!!"

Not likely. Not unless they can tell us apart and would never make another friend. Of course that isn't possible. Nobody else is like us.

Ivy and I sat alone, but with everyone at lunch. If someone made conversation with us, we'd politely continue but then finish it as soon as possible. Lots of people are masters of conversation, and continuing it. We are masters of stopping it.

We usually played with our shoelaces, and didn't look at each other, we just talked. About who we were. How we were a plant that sprouted from one seed and grew two stems. Sometimes we talked about more materialistic things, such as our clothes, hair, how short we should cut it next time, should we maybe dye it a different colour? But we never would change a thing really.

We never really looked at ourselves. Oh, we looked inside ourselves, who we were, who we would always be. But not our physical appearance. We obsessed over it nonetheless, making everything perfect. But we had no idea what exactly we were making perfect. Our hair was light purple, that we knew. But not the exact shade. Our hair was exactly the same length, and went down to past our waist, but we didn't know the exact measurement. We were like a blur, a perfect, symmetrical, blur. We were pretty, and together even more so, and that's all we really needed to know about our looks. We cared about us more than that. About our origin, how we were one egg that was split in two. We wondered why, and wondered if we were just one person, who would we be? We were one person though, we were mirror images of each other. Like I've said, our names are just names. I can be Ivy if I want, and it's not just pretending. I become Ivy. Sometimes, if I am being her, she'll stand in the background. She won't be Lily or Ivy. She'll be whoever we would be in the middle, the blank space in between us while we decide on who we are.

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A/N

If your wondering about how I know all this stuff on identical twins, I am one. :) I'm not nearly as depressing as these two though, but my sister and I do believe we are just one person in a way.