Twin Wars

L Day

Lisa: Left Lucy: Right

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Lucy's P.O.V

Today was the day.

The Day my mother died. Lisa And I call it L Day, our Dad always cries on this day.

Sometimes he goes out to drink and stays there all night. There was this one time he

stayed out for two full days and we had to go get him. It caused me pain seeing my dad all

messed up that night. I cried all night.

In fact we all did . I've kept it from Brandon for two years now. Even when we were best friends

I don't know if I should tell him or if I should keep it to myself. Why should I?

I'm afraid he'll drift away from me for some other girl who doesn't have a dead mother or who

isn't still grieving, or someone else who doesn't have mommy problems.

So I ask Lisa.

"Hey." My voice cracked.

"You know, I really hate L Day." She says angry as she slams her dressing cabinet.

"Are you looking for the necklace mom bought for us?" I asked.

When we were babies in my mom's womb she had a special designed for Lisa and I.

It was a blue and purple birthstones with a circle of diamonds around it.

It had our names on it so we wouldn't get it mixed with the wrong necklace.

"Lucy? Lucy!?" I come out of my thoughts.

"Yes? If your looking for it. We keep it in our special box. Remember?" I laugh at her confusion.

We both keep a special box.

It's holds anything that my mother had bought for us or that was hers.

We keep it in a special box that has her name on it.

I almost forgot to ask Lisa the question, but I think against it.

But at the same time I felt as though he would leave me for someone else .

He wouldn't do that, why would he?

I should just tell him when the time is right.

After we ate breakfast, I ran upstairs to get dressed.

I was too depressed to even dress for school.

I grabbed a t-shirt and jeans and my black all-star sneakers.

I went downstairs just in time for school.

I didn't even feel like going to school today.

I was depressed, too depressed to do anything at all.

Lisa was even worse than me, she was even to the point of tears while I looked more like a zombie. 

Once we got to school everyone was surprised, the most popular girls in school looked really depressed today.

I mean they have no clue. 

But I don't really care about what they think, I don't know about Lisa though.

Brandon will have many questions, like MANY questions. 

I've moved on a bit, I'm not as bad as I used to be.  In fact when I was little