The Girl With Grey Hair

I'm the nerd of the school

Walking through the hallways of Kensington High, was quite annoying to me, the girl with grey hair. And now guess what, I'm now the nerd of the school. Unfortunately for me, it was given to me by the bully of the school, Tasha Sinclair. I check the time on my iPhone 6s and it reads 12:29. Mind me, I may be the nerd of the school but my family is damn rich. Anytime my sister's friends come around, they always gawk about how, let me say large my house is or let me put it correctly MANSION. My sister on the other end is popular, unlike me , who hates being in the limelight, made a deal that she's going to pretend that she doesn't know me st school but at home no one can ever separate us. We love each other dearly and we know the inside out of each other. As I enter AP Science, just can't wait for it to be 1:30. People just don't call me nerd for no reason, I'm clever, and I mean extra clever. And so is my sister. I don't remember the last time any of us got a B in any of the subjects. Babe and Bella Whittle are unseperable. But only my family knows about our relationship.

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As I was waiting for Bella, or let me say Bell by her shiny red sports car, I know right, when they were buying a car for our sixteenth birthday, we got to chose any car we want. I chose a Range Rover whilst she chose a Ferrari sports car. My black her's red. I was texting my one and only friend who had moved from Minnesota to Florida. Lydia( I call her Lyd) was telling me about all the things going on there. I suddenly heard the clicking and clacking of heels I looked up to meet my sister, Bella, smiling about I don't know what. "Hi!", my sister joyfully greeted me. " Hey", I replied on a totally different note, let's say monotone. Let me describe the one big difference between us. We were born naturally with brown hair, but as we grew up , I decided to dye my hair grey, weird right. She likes going according to fashion and I like wearing what makes me feel comfortable, no, I don't like following fashion. As we approach home, I'm just thinking about jumping on my bed and having a nap!
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I heard the beeping of my phone later that day. Woke up to stop that annoying sound and started with my homework. As I was almost done, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!", I shouted. When the door opened , I met my ultra mordern, has a high sense of fashion elder twin sister who is older than me by 48 seconds. "Hi", she says . I reply back with the same word. Then she started this long speech I never imagined she could say"You, you're my sister, and I really love you. At school, I've been hearing a lot of people gossiping about you. It makes me feel like I'm being wicked to you. Meanwhiles, I'm your sister, I feel a pang of guilty. So, I've decided that you're going to get a makeover! Today is Friday, soooooo, tomorrow you're gonna get it. I've already booked it so no turning back! ". I sat there stunned. I thought about it for some time and decided I'll agree with her. We have this sister code you do anything that will make your twin happy. And right now, I know this will make her very happy. " Fine" , " Really! " Yeah", "Oh I love you so much! ", " That's the sister code baby! " . She skips out of my room merily. I turn to my homework and realized I'm done. Thank God it's Friday. I hear the ring of the bell signaling it's supper time. I hear stamping of feet and a click clack of heels. My big brother and my twin. If I haven't told you, I have a bigger brother, Barry Whittle. I know right , all Bs. I descend down two flights of stairs then enter our dining room which is the size of someone's house.

Author's Note
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