My Love, My Twin's Love

Result number 1

(Bella)

Realising that it's starting to get dark outside, I say bye to Phoebe and her family and make my way home. I tighten the straps on my hoodie and I walk home in silence, quietly contemplating my past.

"She's a bitch, that' all" Oreo says in her high pitched annoying voice. "She thinks she is above everyone else, those kind of people really piss me off"

I walk up behind her and lean over her shoulder, our heights match. "Aren't you talking about yourself there, Oreo?"

Oreo jumps forward in shock. "Don't creep up on me like that slut!"

"My, my, what terrible language for a 12 year old to have" I say stepping back and smirking. "I expected better from you, my dear"

"Shut up!" She yells.

"But I wasn't even talking when you said that" I smile.

Oreo growls and moves her hands in the air, a signal that has become too well known to me. I sense someone behind me and I swivel to the side and a girl falls down by my feet.

"Whoops! Sorry, didn't see you there" I say laughing as she stands up again. "Oh, look, you're fine"

More inexperienced girls swing themselves at me with attacks that I dodge effortlessly. This results in a pile of girls on the floor and some holding unto their stomachs for when I couldn't help but hit back.

I place my hands in my pockets and smile at the heap on the floor. "Don't they look artistic down there?" I ask Oreo. Her black and white hair flows into her face and she grits her teeth. "You don't think so?"

"Why you stupid –" She begins.

"Bella! Bella!" I hear Ann call from the corner.

"I hate your –"

"Sorry, we must end this here, Oreo" I say while moving to the corner where Ann is still calling my name. "We can finish it next time if you wish" I flash her a grin and I run to Ann. "Bye!"

"My name's not Oreo!" I hear her yell after me.

I open the gate to our house and I hear the familiar almost silent squeak. The past... why is it coming back? I worked so hard to make a new future for Ann and me, a future to actually look forward to. I sigh as I open the door to our house.

"Isabella!" A loud voice that echoes throughout the house calls. I turn to see the old man running at me with a scowl on his face. He runs into me and starts shaking my shoulders. "How could you do this!?"

"Do what?" I ask smiling. I know perfectly well what he's talking about. It's just fun to see him freak out.

"You left my little innocent, angelic baby in a room with a blood thirsty hormones-too-high wolf up there!" He says. "Anything could have happened"

I pull my hoodie closer to my neck to hide the bruise on my shoulder. "She's fine though, isn't she?"

"She's fine now!" He says letting go of me and flaring his arms in the air dramatically. "But imagine what could have happened!"

"Old man, you're worrying too much about this." I say. "Chris is a good guy and Ann can take care of herself"

"Worrying too much?" he asks, his eyes widening. He leans down and locks his amber eyes with mine. "A father can never worry too much for his daughter"