The Diaz Twins

CELESTE AND STELLA DIAZ

Celeste's POV

"Oh god! Late again!!!! I'm gonna be in so much trouble!" I sprinted for the classroom door just as the bell rang for first period.

"Late again,Ms.Diaz. How many times has it been this week, two, three??" Mr.B asked.

"That's what happens when ur up late studying 'MAGIC." Sasha, the most evil and demon-like girl at Echo Creek High squealed from the back of the class. Everyone started laughing.

"Zip it Sasha. Aren't you too ugly to be allowed into school."

"MS.DIAZ TAKE YOUR SEAT PLZ!!"

I ran to my seat next to Stella, my twin sister who was hiding behind a book," So I'm guessing that you 'forgot' to wake me up this morning." I ask her.

"Sorry I wasn't paying attention, I was too busy trying to look good for picture day today." She said with her puppy dog eyes that her and mom always give dad when they "forget" to do something.

The rest of the day was complete torture with Sasha and her stupid jokes. Stella was trying to make me look my best for pictures. Mom and dad would be furious that I only wore my usual red hoodie, a pair of jeans, and a white t-shirt, instead of the outfit that they had picked out for me. Which in fact, was sooo not my style.

Stella's POV

"OMG!!!! Cele you look sooooooo cute." I squealed as I put some lip gloss on her lips.

"No what did I tell you? If you were going to put makeup on me, it was only gonna be either mascara or lip gloss, not both!!" Celeste said obviously upset. I know she doesn't like the makeup but she still deals with it for important events like picture day" What's the problem you look adorable."

I tried my best to make sure that she didn't take off the makeup until after the pictures. I failed miserably. But at least her hair wasn't a mess.

When we got home mom's and dad were making nachos." Uh Oh." I thought. Celeste must've thought the same thing.

Nachos = either one or both of us was in trouble , or there was big news. Or they were in one of those ' let's make nachos for the heck of it' moods. But the way they were looking at Celeste, I figured that she was in trouble.

"Stella, honey can we talk to you for a second?" Mom asked in her best 'you are in so much trouble you better have an excuse' voice." Celeste, wait in your room we'll talk to you afterwards."