A/N-Ah time. What a lovely thing it is. I've been working on this story in between chapters of Did You Miss Me? as a side project. Meant to be a short story, 6-10 chapters at most. POVs will flip between the twins and each chapter will be clearly labled. Please review, but please don't leave reviews saying 'when's the new DYMM coming??' I have it finished and uploaded to the site and I'll be posting it before Wildwood next week.
I only own the characters.
Flip Flop
Chapter One-The Swap
Maggie's POV.
Being a girl was one thing. Being a girl and a drummer was another. My acceptance on the Line came with practice and dedication and the occasional pass along of my sister's cell number. It was a price to pay, but the feel of the quints on my shoulders was a pain only someone crazy enough to be on the Line would want. I was the first female quint player...ever. I fought for my spot and I didn't regret a thing.
Maybe my obsession with drumming was why my sister and I didn't really get along. But while I was drumming, she was off spinning somewhere. She's dated many drumline boys. I can't really say I've ever dated a color guard boy (probably because there aren't any). My sister and I are two different people-she's a girly girl and I'm a tomboy. Madeline and I may be identical, but our personalities are far from alike.
Maybe I'm not the best looking girl around. I know that, but I could really care less. I'm cool with how I look; all I need are a pair of sticks and I'm good. My sister was considered the beautiful one, which I found odd, since we were identical twins. I was considered the smart one, which she resented.
I never understood my sister. We were different people, different species possibly; she lived in her world and I lived in mine. Through the haze of our separate atmospheres, we knew what was important to each other. Her guard and my Line. Sure, we didn't get why the other did what they did, and we probably took each other for granted. My sister and I didn't know each other very well even though we had lived together for seventeen years. One summer band practice was going to change everything.
In our senior year, I was captain of the Line (a huge fact that I was monstrously proud of) and Madeline was captain of the guard. The summer practices were "mandatory" but were easily skippable. My sister and I had to be at both of them since we had sections to run. I was waiting for her at our car after practice in July. My sister had a flag, rifle, sabre and a cute bag to store everything in. I still managed to beat her out to the car, even after dragging out my quints, harness, stand and mallets to the parking lot. I sat in the driver's seat and waited. She would be talking to her friends or a boy of course. Her excuse would be that she had some business to take care of in the guard closet, but I knew better then to believe her.
I was one of the last cars in the parking lot, and I could see my sister talking to someone outside the school. I grumbled angrily and shoved the key in the ignition. Killing my headlights and creeping up to the curb near my sister, I stopped and laid on the horn. My sister and her companion jumped a foot in the air. Madeline glared at me.
"Will you freaking hurry up? Some of us have work in the morning!" I yelled out the window. My sister said goodbye to whoever she was talking to and stomped over to the car. Throwing her guard bag into the back, she flopped into the passenger seat.
"I was talking to someone. You don't have to be so rude." Madeline said, fiddling with the radio.
"You could come out on time for once." I said. "That'd make things a lot easier."
"I have captain things to attend to." She said.
"Um, so do I, we're both captains. I normally do what I have to do before I get to practice so I can go home when practice is done!" I snapped, annoyed. I swatted her hand away from the radio and turned it off.
"Are you saying that I'm not a good captain?" My sister's voice was deadly.
"I'm saying that I have a lot more to do with the drumline and all that gets done while you sit around with the guard and look pretty." I knew it was a low blow, but I didn't care at all.
"Maybe you should try it-it's not as easy as it looks!" Madeline snapped. "All you have to do to drum is hit something with a pair of sticks. It's not exactly rocket science Margaret." If I hadn't been driving, I would have killed her. I hated my full first name, and she knew it full well.
"Really dear sister? Can you play paradiddles while moving at 220?" I snapped.
"Um, no, I don't even know what a paradiddle is! Can you toss a six on a rifle?"
"Do you even want to see me try? I'll kill someone!"
"Try it!" My sister cried. I slowed for an upcoming stop sign and I looked at my sister.
"Are you saying you want me to try guard?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying-then maybe you'll understand!" I pushed on the gas and the car started forward.
"Alright. On one condition. You're playing quints."
"Oka-what?"
"We'll switch places for a couple days…no one will know the difference. You'll be in the battery and I'll be in the guard."
"Fine."
"Fine."
I just sold my soul to the devil…
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