Finding Your Twin

A Tricky Pair Of Girls

Sierra's pov

I hug dad goodbye and go into camp. I find my cabin and try not to let the excitement get to me. I turn around and at first I thought I was looking in the mirror but.... I wasn't! "Whoa! You look just like me!" I gasp shocked. The girl nods staring at me shocked too. "What's your name?" She asks. "Sierra. You?" "Rachel." I mumble, walking to her. "How is this possible? Dad never told me I had a twin!" I lift my sleeve up to reveal the half heart birthmark. She lifts hers up and we put our arms together to create a whole heart. "Wow, Rachel, we're twins!" I gasp. "Whoa!" She says sitting down. "You mentioned a dad?" She asks. I nod. "My daddy. We live in Nashville Tennessee." "I never knew our dad." "And I never knew our mom." I whisper. I instantly call my dad.

Jason's pov

Wow she lasted a lot shorter than I thought she would. I get up off the couch as I answer it. "Do you wanna come home already?" I ask, teasingly. "No dad, this is important. Do I have a sister?" My eyes go wide. How could she possibly find out she had a sister?! "No of course not." I lie, nervously. "Oh.... Ok I'll see you after the summer's over." "Oh uh sweetheart you can um always come home early of you get home sick." "I know daddy. Love you." "Love you too baby girl." We hang up and I sit down, dazed. I wonder how my little Rachel turned out. I wonder what made Sierra ask about her! How could she have known?!

Sierra's pov

"Dad is obviously lying." Rachel says. I nod in agreement. I smile, coming up with a plan for us to meet each other's parents.

*after the summer*

I've memorized everything about Rachel and got the English accent down. She's memorized everything about me and started to do a southern accent. I hug my sister. "Good luck." She says. I nod. "Right back at ya. Try not to get caught." "I'm not looking too forward to the whole new fiancé thing." She says, running her hand through her hair. I give her my cowboy boots and hide.

Rachel's pov

Father shows up in a truck. I'm nervous but out steps the man from the picture. "Hey princess how was camp?" He asks, walking over. "G-Good dad, I had so much fun." I shakily say. "Well let's hurry home. Alice wants to hear all about it." I start to sweat. Who's Alice again? "Uh hold on I forgot something in my cabin." I say quickly running off. "What's wrong?" Sierra asks, glancing outside. "I forgot who's Alice?" "My nanny." Ok I can do this! I hug Sierra and run back out.

Jason's pov

We get back home and Sierra has been acting a little strange. She dropped her bag down the stairs and shouted something in French. Said she learned it at camp. I just don't see how. "Hey Sierra," I call, walking into her room. "Who? Oh uh yeah?" She asks, looking up from a book. What the? "What's up?" "I was..... Gonna get dinner.... Figured you wanna join me." I say, slowly staring at her. "Are you.... Reading?" She's never picked up a book in her life! "I uh a friend of mine got me into it." I can tell she's lying! What's going on with my little girl?!

*meanwhile in England*

Sierra's pov

I'm pretty good at a fake British accent. Mom doesn't suspect a thing. She's very pretty and surprisingly rich. "Rachel, did you have a good time at camp?" I smile. "Yes mother I had a wonderful time." I say. She smiles and pats my head then we sit down for what the Brits call tea. I hate this version of tea. It's not sweet at all. I dump a bunch of sugar in it then let it cool. Mom gives me a funny look. Uh oh. "Will you excuse me?" I say in my best British accent. I run to the closet and grab the phone, instantly calling Rachel.

Jason's pov

The phone rings. "Hello?" The line is quiet. "C-Could I speak to Sierra please?" Sounds like some British kid. Probably a friend from camp. "Sierra, phone's for you." She walks downstairs and stumbles on the last step. She says something in French again. What is going on? I hand the phone to her then go to my room. I carefully pick up the reciever to listen in. "What are you doing?" Carol asks. "I'll explain in a minute." I whisper. "How's it going?" The British girl says. "It's... Definitely different. How are you?" My daughter asks. "The sweet tea stinks." What the?! That sounded like my Sierra?! The kid seems to have lost her accent. "Oh jeez Sierra. It's not sweet tea like you silly Americans have!" My jaw drops. She called the British gir Sierra?! "How do you like our dad, Rachel?" The phone falls from my hand. The girl downstairs is not my Sierra. She's my ex wife's Rachel!!