Mistaken Identity

Practically a Life Story

Heather's POV:

"Well, this sucks."

I heard Chloe groan in the seat next to me and yank out her earphones, the ones from her sister that she rarely uses because they have 'Darcy germs'.

"What? Why? How? THIS CANT HAPPEN!" She screeched, shaking the back of the passenger seat hysterically.

"Sorry girls."Mrs Skye said cheerfully. "It's because of this valley--"

"WELL GET US OUT OF THIS VALLEY!" Chloe hollered at her mum.

I decided that now was a great time to tune out before I ALSO erupted in anger.

Honestly, I was really disappointed that Delta's announcement had been cut off but I don't think Chloe needed to act that way, I mean, she, well --

"Heather, please reply, I feel like I'm talking to myself!"

Oh no, I wasn't listening to anything Chloe was saying. But it must have looked like I was really paying attention. What do I say?

"Um, sorry Chloe I just got caught up thinking about my assignments that are all due next, um, well tomorrow."

"Oh no, I haven't done the English narrative thing yet." a concerned but calm Chloe said.

So I avoided answering a question that I didn't even know had been asked.

And Chloe had settled down. Her head positioned on one of those travel pillows that help the car ride more relaxing. This is good.

Hey I'm Heather. I have shortish, light brown hair that is perfect for hairstyling, which is one of the many things I love to do. Chloe says I have these big brown puppy eyes that apparently I always use to my advantage, and, well, yeah I think I might. I have these really weird nicknames from my friends, it's almost like everyone has a different name for me.

There is Jessica, who says I'm as thin as her forearm, so she just calls me a 'stick'.

Then there is Danae. She was texting me last year, at the start of high school when we first met, asking if I had a spare apron for cooking. Two weeks in and she had already lost her apron... "No, sorry :(". While she was texting me, auto correct erased my second 'h'. So, 'heater' stuck.

I'm pretty sure Darcy doesn't really like me, I mean, I don't know if it's just jealousy or what, but honestly I'm too scared to be near her. I know she did throw a chair at Chloe once because she asked something about Levi. Apparently the chair came inches from smashing through the second-story window and destroying Mrs Skye's beloved vegetable patch below. Maybe it was some like if they were together.

Darcy told Chloe when I'm in annoying mood I will go round whirring like a heater. Something like "ZzzzZzZzzzz". Yeah, I don't think that's quite true.

Sometimes I think Chloe would appreciate having me as twin sister over Darcy. We are into the same kind of stuff, like exercise, shopping, beachy weather and getting up early to get the most out of every day. I mean, YOLO, right? And, of course, Delta. We became friends accidentally.

Darce and Chloe moved schools in 6th grade. And it all started when, I spotted one girl in the corner of my eye who looked like she had just stepped off some movie set, with the perfect waves of strawberry blonde hair flowing in the gentle breeze, reigning over a top-fashion choice carried by a flawless figure. I knew at that second she was going to be popular in my grade. She was carrying her folder close to her chest, as if it anyone tried to hurt her; she'd have the upper hand in a self defense situation.

Behind her followed this girl, who couldn't care less about attending school. I mean, she was head down, eyes squinted behind thick framed glasses and music blaring so loud in her heavily pierced ears I could hear it from where I was standing.