Dead And Cloned

"I looked out of my bedroom window, shielding my face from all the cameras and newstrucks outside. It has been like this for days. They won't leave us alone.

I stared at Cestra's half-burnt up picture in my hands. I sighed and held it up to the mirror. Cestra looked like Miss America in that picture. Her perfect blonde hair seemed to sparkle, her beautiful, tan body glinted, and her smile could blind someone. Then I looked at myself. My unkempt, cherry-red hair hung in my face. It was blonde before I died it. I didn't want to match my sister. Again, I glanced at my dead sister's picture, and held it up to my face. The only thing we had in common were those eyes. Bluer than the sky, my mom would say.

'Lydia! dinner!' my mom called. I threw Cestra's picture on my bed.

But before I could do anything else, a man in a white bodysuit broke my window, and everything went black."