The Other Girl

Chapter 4

Hannah

Nervously I walked back to the classroom. I waited a few seconds in front of the door and took a deep breath before I knocked. The paper I had to write for my English class was due tomorrow and I knew I wouldn't be able to finish it on time, so I was going to ask if I could hand it in next week. Mrs. Morgan wasn't really a very angry teacher and she never made a problem of my delayed homework, because my papers were always above expectations she said. Still, I felt nervous every time I went to her classroom.

I knocked two times and waited.

"Come in," a calm voice said.

I opened the door and walked up to her desk.

She looked up. She didn't seemed surprised to see me. Of course not.

"Hannah."

"Mrs. Morgan, about the paper…"

She sighted.

"You can hand it in next week on Monday."

"Thank you, I …"

"It's okay Hannah, you don't have to come up with an excuse, now go have lunch with your friends and let me work."

"Sure, okay," I smiled.

Before I closed the door I thanked her one more time and then turned around, bumping right into another girl who wanted to enter the classroom and wasn't paying attention either.

My glasses almost fell of my nose, but I quickly pushed them back.

The girl sighed loudly.

"Can't you watch out were you walk!"

I looked up to the girl, who was picking up a few books from the ground.

I knew who she was, one of the popular kids. Before today I had never really taken the effort to look at her, I only knew she had the same light brown hair color I had and was one of the most spoiled, annoying, selfish people in school.

She stood up from the ground and opened her mouth to tell me how stupid and clumsy I was, but when she saw my face she froze completely, her mouth still open.

I didn't understand why at first. Standing this close to her I could clearly see all the make-up she was wearing. I wondered what she would look like without all of that on her face. And then I saw it. Her eyes, her eyes had the exact same color my eyes were. Bright, blue and with little yellow dots if you looked close enough. And that wasn't everything we had in common. It was the shape of her head, her small nose and the almost unnoticeable freckles on her cheeks, covered with a thick layer of make-up. She was me, and I was her. We were exactly alike.

"How…" she said, while I just stood there shaking my head in disbelieve.

I wouldn't have noticed this, us being so alike I mean, if this wouldn't have happened. My hair was about as long as hers but had waves and was a bit frizzy, because I didn't care enough to use special hair products, while her hair was straightened and flawless, laying over one shoulder. Obviously she was wearing a lot of make-up and I wore none and I was also wearing glasses because my lenses irritated my eyes. Her clothes were fancy and clearly very expensive and I wore a sweater and my old, favorite pair of jeans. We were nothing alike and still we were exactly the same.