My name is Philippa, but everyone calls me Pip. I live in a caravan with my parents, my dog and my identical twin sister, Samantha. I am right brain dominated-as in, I'm stereotypically creative and artistic. Sam is left brain dominated-stereotypically logical and strategic. We share twin-telekinesis.
We are both hazel-eyed 12-year-old girls with long hair the colour of almonds. Mine is wavy while Sam's is straight. That is our only difference. We have small, purple-tinged lips and white, shiny teeth. Our noses are small and thin, and our eyelashes are rather long and curled at the ends. Our rather tanned skin is smooth yet freckly, and our bodies are thin and flexible. Sam is a perfectionist yet I go with the flow. Together we are everything. Apart we are only halves. We are weak without each other. I feel her pain and she feels mine. We share a strong, unbreakable bond.
I am the quieter one of our pair. She will stand up for herself and me. I just, like I said, go with the flow. They make a joke? I laugh with them even if it was about me. Even if it is mean I cover the pain up with a smile and a giggle. Sam is the one who sticks up for me, who tells the 'jerks' who they are picking a fight with. Meanwhile, I always just roll my eyes. Whatever.
We also recently got a crossbred puppy. Charm, that's what we called her. She is a small, sweet young thing with deep brown eyes and soft, black and blue merle fur. Winter just arrived so she always cuddles up on Sam or my lap, warming us up like a soft fur blanket.
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Playing With Fire
General FictionThe title of my diary does not mean that I play with fire or I burn or that I am a fire-eater or whatever. It means I take risks. It means I risk and see what happens. My life is not easy. My family's not rich. And I don't know what to do other than...
