Spitting Image

Chapter 1

***Marcel's POV***

First day of school. I both hate and love it. Hey, I'm Marcel Peters. I'm sixteen years old, and going into my junior year in high school. I'm 5' 8", with green eyes and curly brown hair. I slick it back, though, because it'll give other people something to make fun of. I guess you could classify me as a nerd, everyone does. I drop my glasses on the bathroom floor and they break in half.

"Well, this is perfect!" I say. My twin sister, Darcy, sticks her head in, looking perfect as always. She's beautiful, so it makes since that she's a popular. We do kind of look alike, but we look nothing like our blonde-haired, blue-eyed mother. Guess we took after our dad, who we've never met. All Mum will tell us about him is that they got in a fight, and he told her to leave so she did. I guess he doesn't know about us.

"Problem?" Darcy asks. I nod and show her my glasses. Without them, I'm as blind as a bat. Guess one of us did take a little after Mum. She tosses me some tape out of her backpack, and I tape my glasses back together at the bridge. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Darcy comes over and puts her arm over my shoulder.

"It'll be fine, Marc, you'll see." She tries to encourage me. I love learning, but I hate school because of all the bullies. I only shrug as I walk out of the bathroom. "Want to sit together at lunch today?" I look at her.

"I don't think you're friends would appreciate me sitting with you." I say. She grabs my shoulder before I can go downstairs.

"Doesn't matter. If it'll be more comfortable for you, then I'll sit with you and your friends." I smile, she's probably the only popular at our school who actually has a heart.

"Well, okay. Thanks, sis." We head downstairs where I grab our keys. We've never had a lot of money, just enough to get our family by, so me and Darc decided when we were kids to start saving for a car. We're now the proud owners of a 2017 Toyota Corolla. (A/n remember its the future so that's an old car to them.) Mum also has a car, but it's a perk from her job. At least she gets free gas. I respect our Mum so much. Like I said, she's been a single mother since day one, and we've turned out all right. We don't party, well, Darcy goes to a few, but she doesn't get all drunk and stuff, we know our boundaries in relationships, and we know how to treat other people. I do wish my parents hadn't got a divorce. I mean, every kid deserves a father figure.

"Hey, Mum, me and Darc are heading out!" I call. She walks in the living room.

"Junior year, that means I only have one more year left with my babies." She says as she hugs us. "Bye now! Stay safe, be nice, pay attention in class, you two know the drill." We smile at her as we head out the door. I get into the drivers seat while Darcy throws our backpacks into the back row, and then she gets in the passenger seat. We always come up wit little packs and agreements so we have nothing to argue about. Like driving, I always drive when we're together because I'm older by precisely 83 seconds. We are inseparable, we are the clique twins you see in stories. Darcy begins to quietly sing, a trait in which we share. We've been told multiple times that we are blessed with incredible voices. Well, I wouldn't say incredible but okay.

"Hakuna Matata, what a wonderful phrase," she sings softly. I smile, that's an old, old, movie. My mum was little when it came out.

"Hakuna Matata, ain't no passing craze." I sing back. Darcy starts laughing.

"I swear, Marcel, that is the only time you use a double negative, especially with a word that isn't even a word!" She jokes and I chuckle. It's true. She begins to sing another song, this one belonging to an old boyband she likes.

"Feels like we've been living in fast-forward, another moment passing by. The party's ending but it's now or never, nobody's going home tonight!" She sings. I know this one, so being a good brother I sing with her.