The Twins' Princess

"Apsen! Get your fat ass down here!"

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Okay freeze for a second. I promise that I'm not being abused or anything. That is just my best friend, Sabrina, calling me. My bestie! My bosom buddy! The only person who is actually willing to put up with all of my crap. She is 18, has bright red hair, green eyes and is about 5'1". We like to be mean to each other. It's fun.

So... Oh yeah!

Hi! My name is Aspen Walters, and I am 17 years old. I'm 5'6". I have wavy auburn hair that reaches the middle of my back and bright blue eyes. I have a June birthday, so I graduated high school at 16 last summer and have been taking some college courses online since the fall. My mom thinks that 17 years old is too young to go off to college, but my dad was trying to get me to go. Which doesn't make any sense considering that I'm almost always home by myself. Still, we agreed that I would stay at home until I turned 18, which is really soon.

Okay so back to the present!

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"Why?" I scream, groggy. I was just about to drift off into a peaceful rest.

"Just come here!" Sabrina doesn't really hear 'no' a lot. Not that she's spoiled, just that she gets everything she wants... in other words: she's spoiled! She tries to make a point that she isn't, but I know what I see!

"Ugh! I'm coming." I roll off of my comfy bed and sluggishly drag myself down the stairs. When I make it to the living room, Sabrina is on the couch starring at her phone. I sneak up next to her and scream "What?!" right into her ear.

"Ahhh! Screw you!" she shouts and slaps my forehead.

"Ow! Jerk!" I whine.

"Shut up and look." Sabrina shoves her phone into my face. On the screen was-

"Really?! You woke me up and had me come all the way down here just for a pair of shoes?!"

"Not just any shoes! They're those sneaker heels I was telling you about! They are at the mall. So, get dressed!" She snapped her fingers for emphasis.

"Bitch, please," is all I say as I roll over the back of the couch and sprawl out over the cushions.

"Aw, come on! I'll buy you lunch!" This catches my attention.

"Shorts or a skirt?" I ask quickly.

-------10 minutes later------

I clamber back down the stairs in a pair of black shorts, a white spaghetti strap shirt, a long, black, button-up sweater and my black combat boots. I look cute, with a touch of 'talk-to-me-and-I'll-beat-you-with-your-own-arm'.

"Wait, you aren't wearing those out, are you?" Sabrina asks looking down at my shoes. "It's summer time, and there are cute boys about!"

"I don't care, I am comfortable and I look cute enough." I love my combat boots! They match my personality perfectly. I pat my boots lovingly.

"Oh, come on! Just this once!"

"No."

"Please?"

"No. End of story. Let's go so I can eat!" I love food almost as much as I love my boots. Well... actually, I think I love food a little bit more. But not by much. In fact, I eat and eat, yet stay the same size. I'm not one of those girls who eats everything in sight but is still stick skinny, I have a little flab, but I like that. Extra cushioning for impact!

Sabrina's sigh brings me out of my thoughts. "Whatever, I'll drive."

"Yeah, because me driving makes a whole lot of sense," I snip back playfully and stick out my tongue. She sticks hers out right back at me. She is still in high school, but her parents allowed her to get her license when she turned 17. Mine haven't even bothered to teach me which pedal stops the car!