• Chapter 3

    When we got to Miss.Rose's house she helped me out of my cotton, blue Miss.Dev's dress. Abby had been wearing the same dress, but had put it in the wash with mine because of the blood. After Abby had hugged me she had got her dress all messy too. She was now wearing a low, orange and pink dress that had oranges on it. She was wearing pink, orange earrings. She also smelt like oranges. She must have been having an orange day. Today I was wearing a low, pink and orange dress that had oranges all over it. I was again wearing the same outfit as her. It was starting to get weird. First her wearing the same outfit as me then her calling me her twin and then answering my questions that I didn't ever ask, and now this-her wearing the same outfit as me again. It was like she really was my twin. She smiled at me and handed me a pair of socks. They had pink, oranges on them. It must really be orange and pink day. At least she had good taste. "Ummmm, Alicen? How old are you?" I held up my hand and using my fingers showed her how old I was. "Oh, so your six. Your the same age as Abby. Honey are you going to talk to me?" Yes, but not now. I wasn't going to talk. At least not right now I wasn't. I shook my head no and went on putting the socks on. Then out of nowhere Abby said, "Talk." And it was really weird, because I felt like I really wanted to say something, but I didn't give in to let her get her way. It was weird, because why would I care if I talked. But Abby had said "Talk." In such a sweet voice, like how someone would talk to a kid who has just done something so sweet for someone she loves. "Please talk." She said in the same sweet voice. "Wh..." I said in a low voice. I didn't say the rest because I still didn't want them to hear my voice. "You talked!" Sarah gasped. She turned to her daughter and said, "How did you make her do that?" Abby looked at me and then said to her mom, "Do what? She didn't talk. You must be hearing things mommy." Why did she just do that? Did she not want her mommy to hear me talk? Did she think I was stronger then letting her make me talk? Did she now think that I was weak because I had just let out a sound? All these questions I wanted to be answered. But I don't think ill be getting a answer anytime soon. "I really thought she had said something." Sarah said almost sounding sad. "No, she didn't." Abby said. "Oh. Ok. Do you girls want anything to eat?" We both nodded our heads yes and then Sarah left to go make us something to eat.


    Abby's room looked just like mine at daddy's. We both had green paint and gold stars painted on, and we both had the same gold curtains. "Why don't you want to talk to my mom and me?" Abby asked. I didn't answer her question. She wasn't getting a word out of me. "Are you going to talk to me?" I shook my head no and went on looking at the floor. "Why not?" I gave her a look that said "Nice try." She was trying to ask me questions that I couldn't answer with moving my head. "I know you want to talk. So why don't you just do what you want." I shook my head no and I could see that she was getting mad. Even if she was getting mad at me, I wasn't going to let her get her way. "Well, fine don't talk, I don't really care. I just wanted to know why you were not talking to me. I mean I know you hardly know my mom but you should talk to me. After all, we are twins." Why did she keep saying that? Was she right? Were we twins? I mean its like she copped me my whole life without me even knowing her. She even looked just like me, and dressed the same way. Could she really be my twin? I guess there was only on way to find out. "Why do you keep on calling me that?" For the first time that day I spook to someone. Abby smiled at me and then said, "Talked huh. Getting tired of putting up that act. Anyways to answer your question. I keep calling you that because, you are my twin."