Zaida POV
Some would say that we were the perfect set, my twin sister Tessa and I. I mean, what’s not to love about us, right? We’re both twins, we look alike, we sound somewhat alike, we have the same birthday. And hey, it all sounds nice when you’re seeing it from the other side. Everyone can only see what they want to see, and that’s a perfect set of identical twins, two people as one, whatever you want to call it. And everyone just can’t get this image of the perfect twins out of their heads.
But, in reality, we are nothing alike. In fact, we’re total opposites, even down to the way we sleep and eat. I like rock, she likes pop. I like Pepsi, she likes Coke. I sleep on my stomach, and she on her back. There’s nothing similar about us past our birth given looks. And frankly, I don’t even really want to share that with her, but it is what it is.
“Zaida!” A loud obnoxious voice identified as my sister’s screeched at me. I rolled my eyes, closed my laptop and shoved it in my backpack.
“Zaida!” she yelled again, shaking the walls.
“What?” I groaned loudly as I opened my bedroom door. Tessa was standing in front of the door, her head steaming.
“Where is my pink Victoria Secret Perfume?!” She barked with her arms crossed over her chest. I raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
“As if I know,” was my simple reply. I brushed easily past her and walked to the kitchen and grabbed a grapefruit out of the refrigerator. I pulled the sugar container out of the cabinet and got a knife out of the dishwasher. I cut my grape fruit in half and put it in a bowl then poured sugar all over the top. I put everything else away and before I could even sit down to enjoy my breakfast; Tessa was all in my face, for the second time this morning.
“Zaida! Where’s my leather Gucci Purse!” she yelled, storming in the kitchen. I shook my head and shrugged.
“Look, Tess. You know I don’t like that nasty stuff.”
“Of course you don’t,” she replied in this nasty mocking voice. It was so terrible; I would have laughed if she didn’t say what she said next.
“Did you steal it, thief?!” And that’s when I blew.
“Do I look like I would want to steal that mess you are so addicted to?”
“Well, any other girl would!”
“You should know me by now, Tessa!”
“Whatever,” she said coolly. “Just give me my crap.”
“Didn’t I just tell you I don’t have it? And stop accusing me of stealing your stuff!”
With those final words, I grabbed my breakfast and my backpack and stormed out of the kitchen and right out the front door.
I swear I really can’t stand that female. She can be such a dog sometimes! And then she goes accusing me of stuff? I hate that. It’s, like, one of my pet peeves. I can’t stand it when people blame other people without having hard cold facts, whether or not they actually did it. And she knows I would never steal that nasty pink prissy mess she has. I can’t stand anything pink and girly.
No thanks, I’ll stick to being a skater girl.
My phone vibrated in my back pocket. It was probably Taylor. He’s my best friend, and normally comes to pick me up since I can’t drive any more. (Long story) I’m kind of not home, so, he’s probably wondering….
“Hey, Zaida,” My head snapped at the sound of my best friend calling me. He pulled up next to me and was driving at my walking pace until I stopped. His long straight midnight black hair was in a ponytail at the nape of his neck, and he wore a black shirt that said ‘Respect’.
