Destined Twins to Fall Apart
Introduction~
I've lived in this town long enough to know that good things don't happen here. We were no exception.
Me? I'm just telling the story, but since you need a name it's Lolly.
The same things happen in this town enough to know that it's predictable, but there's a story to tell from this town.
I met a girl that passed as my twin; her name (or at least the name she gave me) was Vivica. She had cerulean blue eyes and dark red hair. I had crimson red hair and teal blue eyes. We were both the same height 5'4 and had the same fashion taste. To the average colour blind men out in the world, we were twins.
I didn't have parents, so I never went to school but I was smart in my own and it was above the street smarts I learned from walking in this town for the last four years. I had my brother Jack who was watching over me for a while but while he was working and me always disappearing around town we briefly got to see each other. It's not like he didn't care but he was busy with work, and some one had to pay the rent on our crappy apartment.
I didn't like living in this town, it was the bad side of town that people avoided or at least tried to avoid. It was just a horrible place to live and not to mention there was always a crime being committed every hour. Whether it was petty shoplifting or a murder a crime was being committed.
I met Vivica when I was eight. She was like me, she didn't have parents either but she no other siblings so I offered her to live with me and Jack. She took it up and I'm pretty Jack noticed another person living in the house. I remember what she said when she first met me, "I found my twin!" and she smiled. She's a pretty strange girl but none the less I took a liking to her. It was the first time that I had a friend and some other than Jack to talk to. It was a nice feeling, I wouldn't admit to her but she was like the sister I never had.
Vivica and I spent our day stealing candy from stores and playing in the alleys and street of this town. This was our days when we were eight. As we grew older we started going to library and figuring out killings faster than the average police. Some days we sat in a coffee shop and observe people. I finally decided to take it to the next step and that was trailing criminals.
At first it would be petty criminals and we follow them to the point of alley way or home. We came up their motives and how their life was. At the end of it they would some how be arrested and always within our distance of following them. It was strange. It happened frequently enough that we had to find out why.
That's not the end of the story, it's just an introduction. Of course, I could tell the story in a crappy way and get it over with but I have enough time to kill so why not take the time to recall my life? And how it all changed when I decided to do something stupid.
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