Spitting Image

Chapter 3

***Marcel's POV***

Mum walks in through the door right as the toys are bout to get burned up in Toy Story 3.

"Hello, my twi-Marcel what happened?!?!" She says as she runs over and begin examining my side.

"I got a little beat up in PE, nothing much Mum. You know I've never been good at it." I try to say casually. Of course, I am not very good at this, so she doesn't believe me.

"Marcel? What really happened?" She asks again. I huff and cross my arms, something I rarely do.

"I got into a little fight."

Well, that's a half truth. They were fighting me, but I wasn't fighting back. And it most certainly was not little.

"A fight! Marcel, that is so unlike you!" Mum exclaims.

"It won't happen again." I say. I stand up and go down the hall to my room. I go into the Jack-and-Jill bathroom that combines me and Darcy's rooms. I open the secret section of the wall behind the mirror. I put it in, it's where I hide makeup and bruise treatments and all that.

"So that's how you did it." I jump and spin around to Darcy standing in the doorway.

"D-did w-what?" I stutter.

"Cover all your scars. I mean, if it happened three times a week, bruises should be visible, and so should cuts and scrapes. You use makeup, like we use it to cover our acne. That's why we've never seen your injuries." Darcy sighs and shakes her head, but then she comes over to examine the cabinet. "When'd you make this?"

"Ninth grade," I mumble.

"It's really good. Woodshop really payed off!" She says. "How long has the bullying been going on?" I look up into her green eyes that mirror my own. I won't cry. Crying is weakness.

"Day one." I whisper, and I go into my room and lock the door. I throw myself onto my bed, when something in the crack between the wall and the bed catches my eye. It's my journal, the one I've kept since I was ten. I open it.

August 8

My name is Harry Marcel Styles, but everyone calls me Marcel. My birthday is July 28, and I just turned ten. I have a twin sister named Darcy. She is very weird. We live in Cheresire, England. I love to learn at school, it is fun. I have one friend. His name is Sammy. I like him. I have to do my homework so this is all I'm going to write.

I smile as I read that. I was so happy then, no bullies, and I actually had a friend. I skip a few pages and a new entry catches my eye.

July 30

My thirteenth birthday present is we're moving. Can't say I'm too upset, I really don't have any friends now that Sam moved. We're moving to a little town outside of Mullingar, Ireland. Maybe it won't be so bad. Darcy's pretty peeved because she's leaving her first crush. I am too. I really like Darcy's friend Georgia Rose. She's so pretty and kind, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't see me in that way. She's really popular too, and I'm......not.

I can still remember Georgia, clear as day. Brown, wavy hair that fell to mid back. Sparkling eyes, more blue than the ocean. A smile that could turn someone's whole day around. Petite, but just slightly. She was the epitome of perfection. I hadn't seen her in four years, though, likely she barely remembered me, if she did at all. All I was to her was Darcy's brother.

Not wanting to read any further, I toss the journal onto the night stand. I roll over and try to get comfortable. It's pretty dang hard when you have bruised ribs. I close my eyes and try to sleep.

***Katie's POV***

I sit at the dinner table wi my family. Well, minus my brother of course. Dang, I miss him so much. But shh, that's a secret.

"How was school today, Katie?" My dad asks.

"It was okay, I guess." Memory's of Darcy and her brother flash through my mind.

"What happened?" My mother asks.

"Nothing," I say, but my sister buts in.

"There was a kid getting bullied and Katie was there." Belle, my sister, says.

"Is he alright?" Mum asks.

"He left and never came back, so I guess he got the day off. He could still walk so I'm sure he's fine. May I please be excused?" I say. My dad nods and I go upstairs to my room. I turn on my MacBook Air and open Skype. I click on the contact 'swagmasta_jr' and call. The face of my very best friend Will appears on the screen.

"Katie! How's Ireland?" Will asks.

"Irish. I like it though! Except I miss our power group." I make a pouty face.

"Me too! The boarding school is no fun without you! Might as well be a boring school!" He mimics my pouty face. "So how's your school?"

"Umm, well, it's ok, I guess. School is school." I look down.

"Katie, what happened?" Concern fills Will's voice. Hey that rhymed!

"Well, I met this girl named Darcy, and I kinda saw her brother get beaten up." I mumble. Memories fill my head, not of today, but of a different time, with different people.

"Oh, Katie, I'm so sorry! Is he alright?" I nod.

"The nurse, Mrs. Daylong, said at most me had some broken ribs. He could walk and everything." I say. Will nods, and I hear a door open.

"Will, who you talking to?"

"Uncle Louis!" I yell. He's not really my uncle, he's Will's dad, but our dads were super close. They were in a band together, it was called One Direction.

"Katie! Hold on, let me get everyone else!" He runs away, but soon he's back with Will's little brothers Avery and Kevin, Taylor and his little brother and sister, Peter and Annamarie, Sabrina and her three younger brothers and one older, Aiden, Zain, (who was named after his dad, just different spelling) Troy, and Landon, along with all their parents.

"Uncle Harry! Uncle Liam! Aunt Sophia! Uncle Zayn! Aunt Perrie! Aunt Eleanor! Avery! Kevin! Taylor! Peter! Annamarie! Sabrina! Aiden! Zain! Troy! Landon! I'm outta breath there's too many of you!" I say. Everyone laughs.

"Where's your fam, kitty?" Landon asks. That's his special nickname for me, because when he was a baby, everyone called me Kat, but he called me kitty. He still calls me it, even though he's eight.

"Downstairs. I'll go to them!" I say as I walk down the stairs. I set my laptop on the table.

"Uncle Niall! Aunt Baylee! Cousin Belle!" They all chorus. My family laughs.

"Hey everybody, what's up?" Dad asks.

"I believe it's vas happenin!" Uncle Zayn says. We all talk for awhile, and then we all go to bed. As I doze off, I can't get Marcel's green eyes out of my mind. I know I've seen them somewhere else, but where?

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A/n disclaimer: if swagmasta_jr is anyone's actual Skype username, really sorry! If you want me to change it I will.