How We All Fell Apart

How We All Fell Apart

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My entry into the PicAStory competition. They were a good family. Oh, they had their fights, and the twins couldn't get along for more than in hour, in the true nature of siblings, but they were a good family. They were generally civil, and their fights never lasted long. All three of the children were good students. But if they were such a good family, how could one year tear them apart?
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In the process of being REWRITTEN as of 05/13/2025 Everyone in Riverside knew the Taylor twins - the two siblings who could never go a minute without one another. From the age that they could walk, it was them along with their mother's childhood best friend's son. Two turned into Three. The Three Musketeers as they were called. From spending every morning of sunrise to every second together till sunset, they were inseparable. All it took was one phone call, and the next thing you know the trio turned into a duo of twins with no goodbyes. Being young with no social media, no forms of communication it was like that part of childhood, was a dream. Almost 6 years later, what could go wrong with the Taylor twins last year of school? Still being inseparable to annoying family banter. You get a kick out of your regular school life problems. Drama, high school romance, Friday Night lights in uniform, Saturday day time volunteering, to Saturday night racing. Sundays were family night cookouts. All was going great till the person you thought was almost a dream, comes back into your life, a life you know was different from before.

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