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Claimer: I created Brittany Meddly, Bailey Meddly, Lexi James and Karmen Jackson.

"Can Brittany Meddly please report to the Principal's office at once?"

The voice of the assistant principle rang out loud, and clear in the silent testing room. Like always, when someone is called out, all heads turned and all different colors of eyes landed on said person who was called out. This time, it was Brittany. She looked up from her paper, pen pressed to her lips as she glanced around. It was definitely unexpected to get called up during winter exam, seeing as everyone was about to get out for Christmas Break. It was more unexpected for her to get called to the office.

She hated that feeling, as did anyone when they thought they were in trouble and the whole classroom knew about it. It was a mixture of embarrassment and slight mocking that one was able to escape the boredom of the classroom. However, mostly embarrassing. Oh well, she wasn't doing too great on her math exam anyways. Picking herself up from the cramped seat, the box blonde picked her way through the bag cluttered floor of the classroom and out into the hallway where she let out a breath.

Footsteps confirmed that she wasn't alone in her journey to Mr. McMahon's office; she glanced behind her to catch sight of her box raven haired twin wandering up the hallway in a slow and reluctant pace. Waiting patiently, Alice eventually caught up to Brittany as the two silently made their way towards their destination. A heavy tension hung in the air, almost like they knew something seriously wrong had happened.

It was one of those moments, where the two could almost read each other's thoughts, a twin moment as their mom called it. It was on the tip of their tongue, their eyes were brushing the words as if they were reading a book, and yet, they couldn't place their finger on it. It bothered both girls to no end as Alice opened the door for her sister.

Of course, Brittany's stomach almost dropped when she saw everyone in the front office turn and look at the two with sad, pitiful and sympathetic eyes. That never meant anything good, and it made Alice twitchy upon no end. She hated confrontation and worse… people who felt sorry for her. That was just not Alice's thing.

The door opened up as Mr. McMahon ushered the two girls in. Almost immediately, Mrs. Meddly, the girls' mother rushed to them, hugging both of them tightly. She had tear stained cheeks as more tears followed the path of previous tears. Her face was red and blotchy, with swollen cheeks and eyes. Brittany had never seen such sorrow and disbelief in her mother's blue eyes before.

It was unsettling.

"What is going on?" Of course Alice would be the first to speak, her tone was on edge, which was how she was feeling. She was nervous, twitching again as she tried not to flee. As stated, she was not good with confrontation, especially the kind of her mother crying. Almost as soon as Alice's statement like question was finished, the girls' mother almost crumpled to the ground, crying furiously.

Startled, neither twin moved as Mr. McMahon helped their mother into a chair before turning to them with solemn eyes and a heavy voice. "I'm afraid your father has been in a terrible car accident… I'm sorry to have to inform you… He did not make it out."

Of course, Brittany's first reaction was to crumple to the ground as she screamed. Her body shaking terribly, she vaguely felt her sister jet out of the principal's office, unable to face the truth as she ran from the school screaming as Brittany had done.

Brittany sat up quickly in bed, her chest pounding heavily as sweat beaded along her forehead. She glanced at the clock at bedside; the blinking blue numbers easily read 4:15. It was too early for this… and the night before starting senior year was defiantly not the time to have this recurring nightmare. Lying back down against the bed, her head rested on her pillow as she stared up into the darkness of her ceiling. She hated that stupid old dream… that stupid memory. She hated everything about it.

Everything had been so much simpler and easier before their father was killed. Brittany and Alice were close; their mother had a good grip on reality. Now it just seemed like everything was slipping away from her. Yes, the girl still had her friends, but what was life without having your two closest family members. It was like part of her heart had sunk to the bottom of the ocean and was being held down, unable to come back to the surface. Unable to become whole again.

Brittany didn't act out as badly as her sister had; yes she had gotten depressed and basically failed freshman year and the beginning of her sophomore year, passing by default, but definitely not as bad as Alice. She acted out more in anger than acting out in depression. Alice started to get into the bad crowd, skipping school, getting suspended and failing. At one point she even got addicted to cigarettes and Brittany was sure she did more than just what she claimed she did in the drug department.

The worse part however, was when Alice started to get in trouble with the law. Arrested twice, once for vandalism and once for breaking and entering. She was lucky, real lucky. Everyone saw her as this girl messed up by the death of her father. Pitying her, which only made her that much angrier, that much more willing to break the law and act out. No, Alice wasn't always that perfect girl, never working as hard as Brittany had done, but she wasn't this terrible person she had started to become either.

Their mother had shot off in the deep end too. The total opposite of Alice or Brittany. She started to lose touch with reality, and it didn't help when Alice needed her to be a role model or adult figure in her life. It slowly happened, she'd stop eating, stop making food for the girls, stop talking to people outside the household… and then stopped talking to her daughters all together. She would sit in her room, staring at the wall for hours on end, sometimes crying, sometimes sleeping. Depression took her by storm.

She got better… but never the same. When Alice went to jail the first time she acknowledged it, but Brittany had to be the one to take care of her sister. It was like their mother was just a ghost, a shadow of her former self. Just occupying a room, not really here or there. Most of the time she's like that, but every once in a while she'll come around and talk to Brittany, ask where Alice is, what they've been up too, but it's never the same.

It's not like they were completely abandoned. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, the parents of Brittany's best friend, often took care of them, helping them out around the house, with school and with food. It made her feel like a pity party, and of course, Alice wanted no part of it. But it was Mrs. Jackson who bailed her out of jail the second time, giving her a scolding, but knowing it wouldn't last.

Brittany knew what Alice was going through, she felt lost, abandoned and betrayed. It hurt feeling that way, but how else are you supposed to feel when your father is killed and your mother barely remembers your face most of the time. It's a heart wrenching story, and most of it had blown over by the beginning of junior year. There were still people who would whisper or talk here and there, which Brittany would catch. Her friends Karmen or Trish would usually make people shut up, by threatening. Other friends might actually use brute force, but she wouldn't blame them. They were just as tired about it as she was.

Brittany glanced at the clock. 4:45. She let out a sigh as she closed her eyes, wrapping her arm around her face as she tried to attempt to go back to sleep before she would have to wake up and start school all over again. She had no idea that this year, her senior year would send her through so many loops, and through an extremely bumpy ride, but it was all about to happen at 7:30 when her alarm would go off.