Amaya's POV:
-alarm goes off-
grunting I moved my hand over to my phone and and squinted looking at the bright screen and hit dismiss. Sighing in deeply I pushed myself up and walked over to my closet to find a quick throw on outfit. Looking through my closet I picked out a black crop top, ripped high-waisted jean shorts, converse and a faded flannel and paired black and white converse. Walking into the bathroom I flipped up the light switch and walked to the shower and turned on the water steaming the bathroom enough to my liking and hopped in the shower. I picked up the lavender shampoo, lathering it into my long red hair. Finishing up I got out wrapped myself in a towel as well as wrapping my hair in a separate towel. As I got dressed I began to think, I was tired single and a restless teenage girl with nothing better to do than twin unintentionally with my twin sister Mizuki. I liked to stuff my sorrows with food and I was starting to contemplate a lot of unwanted stuff in my head. Me and my boyfriend had just broken up not too long ago. He left for a more popular girl that would keep his ego up. I sighed as I looked in the mirror to tame the now horrid fire of knots and tangles and picked up my brush.
Mizuki's POV:
I could hear Amaya as she shuffled around being as loud as could be in the room and sighed to myself,"Loud ass.." I continued to eat my cereal as Amaya walked out in an outfit similar to mine. I knew she hadn't seen what I picked cause I wake up an hour earlier than she does so I don't have to rush around. She looked at me as she studied my outfit which consisted of, ripped highwaighsted jean shorts, a bright red plaid flannel, combat boots and a white crop top and sighed,"I swear mom was right about us having connected thoughts." I frowned at the thought of mom as I swallowed my cereal down. I saw my sister smile as she looked at the picture of mom dad and us together at the beach when we went to visit Miami. I missed mom so much, she was the one person always there for me and my sister and my dad, but now its just me and my sister. My dad is in the picture as well, but he works a lot to keep his mind off wondering thoughts about mom and to support us. Cutting my thoughts off I heard Amaya curse under her breath,"Fuck." Trailing off I looked at the clock,"UGGGGH." I grunted as I grabbed my black bag and my sunglasses. Running out after Amaya with her white and black print bag I yelled at her,"This is your fault you know!" Laughing she responded,"I tell you to leave before me since I know you're not much of a runner!" Smiling we ran to the bus stop.
Amaya's POV:
Surprisingly after my sister caught up to me we actually made the bus without having to walk, which is the norm since my sister isn't much of a runner. We had assigned seats on the, bus and luckily we always ended up together instead of by the asshole kids in the back and the lower level kids in the front. It was a funny thing how me and my sister always managed to convince teachers, principals, coaches, and all sorts of people to let us stay together, mainly cause even if we weren't together we were gonna switch classes and pretend to be each other and screw with peoples heads, which may I say always worked. I looked over at my now sleep twin. She had her head on the window and lightly breathed in and out. My sister was always there for me even after our mom died although I knew she was much stronger then me she was still sensitive even a bit more than others realized. She always has my back when people at school always ask if I'm ok (ya know since our mom died and all) and when I went through breakups or bullies. I knew she was more sensitive than she acted and I could see how sad she was, even when she was trying to smile and cheer me up after mom died. I knew she was sad and tried her best to hide it. My thoughts cut off when the bus came to an abrupt stop and jolted my sister awake. As she woke up she looked at me and smiled although I could see the annoyance that we had already reached school.
Mizuki's POV:
Amaya got up clearly not bothered by the fact we were at school more sad that we had to come back to the one place where she would have to see her ex. I could see the sadness play at her eyes and a straight face daring to cry as we entered the main area of the school. I could see her eyes water as she looked at every spot where her and her ex had kissed and hugged and even hung out. I tapped her shoulder snapping her out of her endless gaze of sadness and smiled,"Its a new day and a new year. Who knows what's gonna happen?" For a second I saw the sadness fade as she smiled and replied quietly,"Yea." The year was new and the school was the same I missed the old days when our mom was alive, when we smiled and went to parks and laughed at pointless jokes, which our mother could only make funny. I knew Amaya missed her too I could feel the sadness coming off of her in clumps although I felt bad for my sister I knew she tried her hardest to hide the pain and to make every happy memory of mom stay happy instead of dreading in sadness.
