The Day My Life Began

Back to Life

The two of us awakened slowly. Apparently, I had been placed on the floor...again. I rubbed my eyes with my hands. Ft good to say that.

"Ah...fingers, how I have missed you so." Darcy said from my bed. "Oh, the things we can do."

I rolled my eyes, grabbing into a piece of furniture to lift myself up off the ground. It was a strange feeling, like I was sleeping on the ground.

"Told you it would work." I laughed, cracking some of my locked joints.

Darcy was doing the same. "Gah! It feels great to be a person again. How long will I be like this? I miss flying already!" She groaned.

I raised a brow. "You want to go back that quickly?"

"What? No! I just want to fly. Can I go back to being a witch?" Darcy asked, her puppy dog eyes showing.

"No." I said. "I need some time to recharge. It's hard lugging your ass around the TV screens ya know."

Darcy laughed. "Great, so how long til I can fly?"

I thought it over. I would need some supplies, need to do some more research on the show, maybe watch the new episode, do my homework and some chores, get the film developed from the camera, create a game plan, keep Darcy away from my family with minimal damage. How long would it take for me to do that on my teenage schedule?

"A week." I answered. Darcy grinned.

"Joy!" She cheered. "I have a week of fun!"

I laughed, slapping her arm. "Good for you."

My twin stood up, walking over to my closet where she had kept most of her things. "Your wallet is in your back skinny jean pocket, lucky knife is right next to wear you materialized, painted sneakers are at the bottom of the closet."

"You know me so well." Darcy said, smiling almost mockingly.

"We've been sisters for almost forty years. How could I not know you?" I asked her, walking towards my laptop to figure out what homework I had.

"Limits?"

"If you murder, make it quiet. If you have sex, try to withhold your fetish of killing the guy-"

"Or girl." Darcy winked.

"Hahaha. I think you might have to refresh your fake ID, it says your 24.

"I'm 36, that's low balling. And your 192, fifteen is Low Balling Xtreme!" Darcy mocked, putting on her red sneakers with her initials painted on the sides in royal purple. She liked painting on things paint didn't belong on.

"Good point. Also, stop mentioning my age!" I ordered. Damn it, I had three math lessons to do.

"Anything else?"

"If you go to Longhorn Steakhouse, Sticky Fingers, TGIF, or any other place with rips, keep it clean. It's getting hard to come with excuses as to why there are steak sauce stains on your clothes, and for trying to say they're my clothes." I said. Crap, I have an English assignment due Monday. It's Thursday, so that's good I think. Chemistry project due...today. History...good. Spanish 2...a little behind.

I'm good with school!

"Well, I'll be off." Darcy said, walking towards my door.

"Wait!" I nearly screamed, running up and blocking her from leaving.

Her eyes wide were in anger, confusion and shock. "Gah! Morgue!" It slowly faded into annoyance. "Rule 22-"

"Never let Darcy be seen when the parents are home!" I whispered harshly.