Styles reflection

Call me Lacey

Lacey P.O.V

My names Lacey. You say my name like lace-ey it rhymes with Cassey which is my identical twin sisters names. I'm Lacey Ella styles. I'm 6 years old but I'm a little more advanced then the average 6 year old. I can read chapter books and I have learned to take care if my self and solve my own problems.

I have my parents and my brother to thank for that. If I wasn't always neglected and treated like my sisters reflection I wouldn't of had to of learned how to care for myself If hadn't learned to care for myself who would. I have a older brother named Harold Edward styles he hates me. He always pretends like I'm not there and yet he praises my twin.

I'm pulled out of my thoughts bye a knock at my bedroom door. "Hey, Lacey" Cassey says walking into my room. "Hey" I say with a sigh. "What's wrong" Cassey asks. "I'm just hungry are y'all done eating yet" I ask. Cassey nods. I quickly stand up and run into the kitchen.

I never like to eat dinner with my family because they always ignore me what's the point. After they are done eating I always go and make my self dinner. I get up on the counter so that I can reach the pot in the little cream colored cupboard. I grab a metal pot and I turn on the stove top I fill up the pot with water and I set the pot on the stove top.

Why I wait for the water to boil I get a jar of tomato sauce out of the pantry. I warm up the tomato sauce in the microwave and I put some garlic in it. The water begins to boil, I grab a bag of noddles and I pour the bag in the pot.

After the noodles are done cooking I turn of the stove top and I put on a oven mitt. I grab the edge of the pot and I drain all of the water out over the sink. I set the pot on top of the turned off stove and I mix in the tomato sauce. I put some noddles on a plate. I sit down at the table and in joy my meal.

After I am done eating I put the remains of the pasta in a plastic container with a sealed top. I put the food in the fridge.

I close the fridge and I clean all of the dishes that my family left. My parents don't make me clean the dishes I just like to clean dishes because if I didn't clean them they would sit over night and all the old food would soak into them and I am a clean freak every thing has to be clean and organized.

When I'm done wash the dishes I dry my small dimpley hands on a towel. I run back down the hall and I get my night clothes. I open up my bedroom door and I poke my head into the hallway. I look at my parents door and I see that no light is shining under there bedroom door. I always make sure they are asleep before I go and get ready for bed because I don't want them coming into the bathroom why I'm getting ready and then they may think I'm Cassey and punish me because Cassey is always suppose to be in bed by 8:30 and my parents have just gotten used to me staying up till 9:45. I run into the bathroom me Cassey and Harry all share.

I close the door and I turn on the light. I brush out my blond hair that's naturally in perfect ringlets and I change out of my day clothes and into one of Harry's old t-shirts that Harry had given to me when he thought I was Cassey. I put my dirty clothes into the dirty clothes bin infront of the Landry machine.

I turn around to walk out of the laundry room and leaning against the frame of the door is the one and only... Harry.

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I hope you like it please tell everyone about this book I'm sorry I was a bit too descriptive in this chapter and that this chapter was really borring thank you for reading love you and please keep reading if you read the description you will know that this story will get better so please comment I want one comment for the next chapter. Oh and Lacey is the little girl on the front cover that's looking into a mirror.

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