Okay so this is my second story.
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Prologue:Melissa P.O.V:
I raised my hands to cover my eyes from the sun as I looked up to my twin brother, Max. He had a determined look on his face, in some sort of slow motion his hands came up and he pushed me. I didn't steady my self that I landed face first in the grass. I heard him laugh and he sat on my back; I struggled to get out but I couldn't get out. He was too heavy.
I saw my mother come out and stood there on the back porch staring at us. She yelled at my father telling him to come with the camera. When I later saw the picture, I loved it. I was in the grass looking grumpy with bits of grass in my hair, while Max was on top of me smiling so big it almost covered his face completely. My mother gave it to me. I took it, squealing with delight, and stuck it between the mirror and the wood of my dresser.
Over the years as I grew up more and more pictures got put up on the mirror. But the one of Max and me was and would always be my favorite. My life seemed perfect to many people, except me. I didn't like it. Many people said I was pretty, but I didn't think so. Max and I were identically the same except our personalities.
I too then began to think my life was perfect, a little to perfect for my liking. There was something that made me scared, there's always a price no matter if you want it or not. Everything thing was fine until the first of July.
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Okay so how was that ? Do you like it? If people don't like it then I'll delete it. I might write like 3 or 4 more chapters it depends.
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AdventureMelissa Mathews seems to have a perfect life, everyone says so. She has loyal friends, a twin bother who loves her, parents that take good care of her. But under everything, Melissa is afraid that she has so much perfectness. She doesn't like it, it...