UNKNOWN TWINS

INTRO

Two little girls were born. One pure, one wicked. The father and mother drifted apart each one taking a twin. Tne father took the wicked one by the ugly name of Agatha, into a hard darkened brick three story house in the woods,the mother took the lucious girl, Esme into a mansion of the nearest towns Mayor.
The mother and father kept in touch and asked about their other daughter, until one day at the age of 1 Agathas father gave her mother important news,
" shes got black hair. Literally. And a wart cresting over her neck!" He growled down the phone, biting his nails,
" she has golden lucious hair and blue crystal eyes. Shes an angel!" The mother shrieked prancing in joy,
" shes a witch." He puffed.
" Arnold, shes your daughter!" The mother whimpered. The mother hung up and slapped her hand into her forhead.

15 years later....

" SHUTUP!!!" Agatha scremt to her Dad who was complaning about how teenagers these days threw footballs at their house and spraypainted rude words onto it.
" geez, mum was right. You are a pain in the bum." Agatha informed sipping up her hot chocolate. Arnold had said a few things about her mother Cressida, but had said she passed away in a car crash.
" thats why you're one." He sighed getting up, Arnold always loved Cressida, but when Agatha and Esme were born, she knew each girl would take a side. Even now, Cressida loved Arnold, but, she was pledged to marry the mayor. Arnold froze for a second staring out of the window, a tear drizzling down his cheek.
" I miss your mother dul." He gulped.
" I didnt even know her. But. I do too." Agatha replied placing her head on her fathers shoulder and hugged him. Sometimes Arnold thought that Agatha was the good one.
" hey, I'll do the dishes tonight." Agatha said, breaking the silence. Agatha took a deep breath, her father had always been like this, he always sobbed in the night and Agatha would climb  into bed with him and instantly he would stop. Agatha felt like the grown-up all the time. But the question was why they were here, was Agatha in the car crash? Was it only her and her father who survived? Or did she die of a different cause. Maybe even suicide? No. She thought. Impossible. She died. Thats it. Thats all she needed to know. And thats all she knew.
" bed Agatha!" Her father scremt from upstairs,
" coming!" Agatha yelled back, holding her breath. All she needed was a friend. And her life would be complete. Everything. She slumped upstairs of the thought, no friends, no life. That's what she always thought. She saw kids spray painting her window,(again), and she gave them a sad look, immediately they ran off, chanting,
" she's there! " Agatha never liked them. There has to be someone else. She thought taking off her black t-shirt, she pulled down her baggy jeans which were all wet to her ankles than took her socks of zombies off. She realised her hair had been down all day. She hated down hair. It always tickled her back and made it fell like spiders crawling up her back. She tackled her black sleek hair with her brush and wiped off her black eyeshadow and mascara, finally swiping off her burgendy lipstick.
" no one will like me." She whispered staring at her mirror. Whimpering, she pulled down her pj shirt collar bone to reveal a green wart the size of a wheel stuck to her neck. Slowly, Agatha peeled it off with her black nails and yelped in pain, she'd never done this until now, it slid off like goo and landed in the palm of her hand.
" ew." She grunted and swooshed it into the bin. Agatha pulled out a book, she blowed off the dust and felt the velvet cover,
" Rapunzel. Once upon a time, a young maiden was ill and was about to have a baby, she needed help and fast! Her husband stole some beans from their next door... Ugh. BORING. I need a real fairytale. Witches and heroes friends. But. That can never happen."