Doppelgänger

Chapter 1: Last Name, Carter; First Name, Rhiannon

“Hey Rhiannon, how's it going?”

I turned around to see the tall handsome Jake Peterson standing over me with his golden skin, glistening in the sunlight. I was outside enjoying lunch with a couple of friends until Mr. Popularity himself, comes strolling in. Oh God, that guy is hot!

“......Ummm, Hey. Hi Jake. What's happen-pening?” I said trying to play it cool and smooth without making a fool out of myself, which in my opinion is failing horribly. I can feel sweat breaking it’s way through my pores. I’m so nervous. No hot guy come and approach me like this -  ever!

“Rhiannon, ..... I was wondering..... you want to go to Homecoming with me?” He flashed me a smile and right then and there, I was locked into his beautiful blue-gray eyes. So soft, and great to look at. Someone pinch me please, I must be dreaming.

“....As a d-d-date, right?” I just wanted to be sure that I wasn’t hallucinating. “Yes, so what do you say? Be my date?” I wanted to just stand up and grab him and hold him in my arms, but I’m gonna look like a wild savage if I did. I tried to muster up the courage to answer the one million dollar question, but I don’t know I just became weak. C’mon Rhi, you can do it. You’ve like this guy since when - seventh grade. He's literally on his knees asking you to go to Homecoming with him, answer the poor guy for God sake. Inner me, you’re right. I can’t act shy for the rest of my life.

“Yes, I’ll go with you.” I finally said in grace. A big, broad smile grew upon Jake's face, and in joy, he picked me up and held me in his arms. I swear I could’ve fainted right there, but I tried to keep my cool. After all, I’m finally happy that my lifetime crush finally ask me out. Yay me, Yay me! This day can never get any better........

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“Rhiannon, get up! Get up!”

I guess I spoke too soon. I woke  up at the sudden yelling of my little brother, Malik, who's jumping on top of me like I’m some type of bouncy house. Sometimes I wonder where does this little rascal get all his energy from this early in the morning.

“Ah God, what time is it?” I turned to see 7:15 glaring in my face. Time to get the hell up. I rolled off the bed and slowly meander to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. As I reached down for my Clean&Clear Morning Burst, I noticed that it was almost empty. Ugh! You gotta be kidding me! Again!

“Mom, Malik had messed with my stuff again!!” I’m getting tired of that twit messing with my stuff. He's just lucky he wasn’t here when I found out, or I would’ve annihilate him into a million pieces. For a kid that skipped two grades, he sure does the stupidest things sometimes, well ....most of the times.

“Malik, stop touching Rhiannon's things okay? I’m not going to say this again. If I hear this again, and off goes the video games for you mister. Understood?” I can hear her from all the way up here, which to my guess, she's probably giving this lecture to Malik in the kitchen. But seriously, somebody needs to put a leash on that kid. Maybe it was better for him that way.

“Good morning, Pumpkin!” That's my cue to get out and get dress. I hate when my dad calls me that. I mean, I’m seventeen years old, it's time to put those old-school nicknames to rest. I walked back to my spacious but awfully messy room. Man, I seriously need to take some time out and clean this place up. I’m such a disgrace to my gender. I wear what any normal boring person wears: jeans, boots/sneakers, and a t-shirt. That's all. After that, I just put my hair into a old-fashioned ponytail and grabbed my bag and headed down the stairs. Mom, Dad, and Malik were already down there, ready for the new day and me, being late that I am, picked up the plate of breakfast and rushed through the door. I couldn’t stay there any longer or Ms. Farley is going to kill me. I take the bus to go to school, just like any other kid around my neighborhood. I would always sit in the back, it was better for me this way. I could ignore all the crap the others bring upon each other after they had ascended the bus. But that wasn’t the worst of my troubles....