"I'm gonna gettcha." I can hear her while I try running as far away from her as possible. She already got my sister. I can't let her get me too. Where to hide. Where to hide. I could hear her footsteps coming closer. Think fast. You got this. I get a pile of clothes and put it all on top of me. I know what you're thinking: what a stupid place to hide. I know but it's the best thing I've got, okay? So don't judge. I could feel my heart pumping out of my chest as the door opens. " I know you're in here. Just come out and get it over with," she whispers. Just turn away. Go after someone else. Why me? Why ME?
I felt her kick my hip , "Ha! I found you."
Hide and seek is something me and my sisters always did while we waited for our parents to come back from work. They work the longest shifts since they both work for the government. Don't ask me what they do because I won't tell you. Not because I'm not allowed to, but because I don't even know myself. Neither of my sisters do. And there's no point in asking because they will always respond with the same thing, "Nothing really. Just sign papers and organize. Nothing to extreme. " I might not be good at jobs and stuff but that's a lie. A straight up LIE. What kind of job has that long of shifts and requires you to carry a gun? Not a signing and organizing papers kind of job: I can tell you that. Or I could be wrong. I know nothing. I am nothing. Well, at least compared to my sisters, I'm irreverent. Emma has sports, Elizabeth has a great sense of memory (which means she's smart) and Sloane, just...Sloane. She has everything, the looks, the mind, the body. She's my favorite sister and my only twin. I hate her sometimes. We are total opposites. The only thing I have that she doesn't is social awkwardness. It's like when we were born she sucked out all the good things from our parents and left me nothing. It's like all the good things were given to all my sister. It's so unfair. It's fine though. Since I know something that they don't...
