Two girls, both identical, related, though neither know yet, meet one day at first beach in Washington. They both have personal problems that they wish to escape from. One found out she's adopted and is looking for her family. The other lost her parents not to long ago.

When they met, things get interesting for both. They decided to switch places for a while just to see how the other one lives. Both girls made their lives sound interesting that they wanted to try.

They decided to keep in touch by text messages so no one will know what's going on. Hoping that they don't get caught.

Bella (Sunday)

I was sitting at first beach looking out in the ocean. It's been about four years since they've been killed. I haven't been able to move passed it. I barely go into the house, let alone stay in forks unless it's necessary. I have tried but can't. it's hard being in the house and not cry, remembering them.

I think about them all the time. Even when I live close by. I went to U of W after high school to stay close to my parents. They had helped me so much that I wanted to stay close.

My father retired as chief of police in Forks. After I graduated from high school. He felt he needed to rest and hand the reins to someone else. He'd been a cop for 25 years. He started right out of college. He had a friend who went to training with him. They stayed friends through the years. My dad meet my mother one day at a town fair. She always said it was love at first site. He said the same thing. They were married after he graduated from training. His friend and his girlfriend at the time were there to witness. My parents had me two years later.

My mom was a kindergarten teacher. She loved working with small kids. She always brought home something the kids made. They would give it to her or to me. I kept a few of them.

We used to go camping every summer. It was one of the many things we love to do. We'd go until I went off to college. then they'd go themselves. It was like a second honeymoon for them. They still loved each other so much after being married for so long. I only hope that someday I'd find that kind of love.

When I went to college, I didn't come home often. I was busy with school, working, making friends and dating. I only came home for the holidays and even then I didn't feel like being home much. They didn't blame me and only said "I was spreading my wings" as my mother would said.

The year I was suppose to graduate, our little town had a number of robberies and break ins. They tried to prevent the break ins, by having cops patrolling up and down the streets. Even some of the neighbors bought guns in case. They wanted to feel protected.

Well one night when my parents went out to dinner, the robbers decided to hit my parent's house. They didn't find much, which I'm sure of, and took whatever they thought had value. My parents decided to come home early that night, right when the robbers were coming out.

My dad saw someone coming out then running back in the house. He stopped a few houses down, got his gun out of the glove box, told my mom to stay in the car and got out. After five minutes of being inside, my mom heard gun shots. She panicked and thought it was my dad. She ran out of the car and in the house. My dad only saw one guy but not the other one at the time. when my dad shot one, the other guy shot him and then my mom when she ran into the house. Someone in the neighborhood heard the gun shots, call the police and then went to go help. When the other robber ran out of the house, the neighbor fired his gun at him. The neighbor didn't kill the robber only wounded him, aiming his head until the cops showed up.

I was at home study when they called. I drove straight to town that night and stayed at a friend's house. I couldn't go in the house to see what had happened. I still can't to this day. I really did try to walk in the house but once I saw the yellow tape, I couldn't walk in. I had a panic attack and stayed by the sidewalk while my friend walked in for me.

I buried them two days later. Everyone in Forks was there. They loved both of my parents and said the usually, "I'm sorry for your lose" or "if you need anything let us know". I just nodded or half smiled. I couldn't look at them.

A family friend has been taking of the house. Doing the yard work or repairs if needed. When I go to Forks, I stay with my friend then leave. I try every time to go inside their home. But it hurts too much. I'll either make it to the door or stand in the drive way before I have an attack. I can't face the fact they're gone.

About six months after my parents died, I finished college online. I couldn't go back to school. It felt like almost everyone knew what happened and where giving me pity looks. I didn't need it. I got a job working from home. I didn't want to go out to an office and see people. I mostly hide.

This weekend I decided to come to forks to get away. I needed time to think. my friend said I needed time to regroup what ever that means.

I was sitting down when I saw something coming towards me. I thought it was my friend. He was suppose to come get me, letting me know when it's time to head back home. I was already here for two days.

Who ever this person was, was not my friend. I heard a gasp and looked up.

I gasp too and fainted.

Beth (Sunday)

I have been living in Port Angles for a two weeks now. I was living in Chicago, while I went to college. Before that, I was living in New York. I moved around a lot with my dad being military.

My mother passed away from cancer when I was ten. So my father had to raise me mostly. He didn't get married again. He said he didn't want to risk being with someone who wouldn't approve of me. So he has been single for fifteen years. He always uses me as an excuse but what I believe, he loved my mother so much that he didn't want to find anyone else. My father has been my best friend through everything. Whenever we moved, we would have our movie night before he started work or I started school. We would watch our family movies of them before they had me, then of me growing up. I would cry every time I saw her.

it was hard for him to raise me, he did his best. Most of the guys he worked with were like uncles to me. Their wives were like aunts. They explained things to me while growing up. So my dad didn't feel awkward on some of those women talks. They were a great family to me.

I found out I was adopted a year ago when I came home from a doctors appointment. They did some blood test cause I thought I was pregnant from my ex boyfriend. When the test came back saying I was, I panic. When I told my ex, he said he didn't want to be a dad. He didn't want to be tied down, so I packed up and left. My dad didn't know and I had no friends so it was easy for me to leave.

I wanted to tell my dad about it but didn't want him to be disappointment in me. When I was four months, I lost the baby. I had woke up one morning with really bad craps. I went to the hospital that night. They said I lost the baby. I didn't know how. I was so depressed. I didn't go to work or call home. My father paid me a surprise visit. The hospital called him and told him about the baby. He was upset that I couldn't go to him for help. He stayed with me in the hospital until they released me. even stayed longer until I was better. We eventually talked about everything. He decided to come clean about me being adopted.

I was upset that he lied to me all those years but understood that if it wasn't for them, who knows what kind of life I would've had. I'm thankful that they took me in. he told me how my mom and him couldn't have children. They tried for years but couldn't. one of their friends suggested adopting. Their friend had adopted a child and gave my parents the info to try themselves. They thought about it for awhile and checked out the place. When they found me, they fell in love.

My dad gave me the paper work to find my real parents. I went to the orphanage to look them up, only to find the place closed down ten years ago. My parents had left me when I was a baby and didn't want to be found. I hired a private investigated to look for them. Maybe they could found my parents or any family members. then I can find out why they left me. It took six months to tracked them down in Washington. That's where I am now.

My dad wanted to help out as much as he can. He retired from the military five years ago. He wanted to move down here with me. He lives in a town called Forks while I moved to Port Angles. He said that he checked the place out online and found they have a great fishing area. Which was a plus for him.

While I was in Forks, I decided to go to the beach. It seemed like a nice place to go and relax. I was walking along the beach and saw someone sitting down. I figure since I can't remember how to get to the freeway, that I'd ask.

I walked up to this person and saw it was a girl. She looked sad and lost. I thought I'd talk to her for a while. I went up to her and was about to say something when I saw her face. I thought I was dreaming. She looked just like me, everything about her. I gasp and was going to say something, when she looked at me, gasp too and fainted.