I revised it, and it's much longer? Dontcha think? :)

My twin brother and I had always looked after each other. We were true twins to the soul. Though, if I had it my way, I would spend most of my day brushing my long golden hair. I loved my hair, it was the only thing I knew my mother couldn't take away from me.

My mother never let Alphonse and I watch television, or read magazines. She said that it would poison our minds, and it was better if we didn't watch or read that. The only times that Al and I went into town, was when we went with our father. Which, we hardly did.

My mother had her way with every single thing I did. She said that if I wasn't nice to my brother, I wouldn't be with the spiritual ancestors that we should love so much. I told Mommy I wanted to be with our spiritual ancestors. Of course, she smiled and said that I would have to play nicely with my brother.

So, I took Alphonse outside and he wanted to play castles and dragons. I was always the mean dragon, and he would be the knight. I didn't dislike it, I loved playing with my brother. I just wished he was a bit more mature is all.

I awoke with a small jump. I hated waking up alone. Technically, I wasn't alone, though. Alphonse and I shared a room, we always have since we were born.

We had a quaint little closet in which we shared with moderately sized bedroom. It was alright for someone to share with, though it wasn't too large.

I went to the bathroom and changed into a buttercup yellow dress, and began to brush my golden blonde hair. It was slightly curly, a mix between curly and wavy. My brother had the same hair color, though it was straight since it was so short. We both had golden eyes which we inherited from out father.

Our father also had golden hair, though it was slightly darker from age. Our father's hair was long, and always kept in a pony-tail.

I walked downstairs to the breakfast table. Alphonse was already seated and he was eating oatmeal with jam on toast. Mommy was at the stove, continuing to cook breakfast for her and I.

I sat down at the table, and ate what was served to me moments later. We had assigned seats that my mother made us use. I didn't care, I liked having assigned seats. It made me feel like I had something that was mine that no one could take away besides my hair.

"Mommy, can I go fishing today?" Alphonse asked. Mommy looked at him with a smile.

"Of course. Ella, you'll have to go fishing with your brother today." My mother said. I nodded. I was used to have to go with him everywhere. When you have a twin, you get used to never being alone.

My father came out from his upstairs room, announcing his leave. "I'm off to work now," My father kissed my mother, ruffled Al's hair, and stroked my cheek. I thought everyone in my house was truly happy.

Alphonse and I had gone fishing. I didn't catch anything, as usual. I was never a good fisher, Alphonse was the best though. He ran to my mother excited to show her what he caught. I just trailed behind him with my head down.

I was happy, I guess.

Another year passed. By this time, I was six years old. This was an age that I knew would be the happiest. It probably was my happiest, now that I think about it.

I was quietly eating breakfast at the dining table. Alphonse was sitting across from me, and my mother was cleaning in the kitchen. She had never cleaned a lot, I hardly made a mess. Though, I couldn't say the same for Al. He had always been a little messy. My father then walked from his study to see us. He had plans for that day.

"The mall? Darling, are you feeling alright? You know I don't like it when the children leave the house too much." Mommy said. I knew she hated it when she left. She had always said that people could not be trusted, and we were safer in our own homes.

"They have plenty of things there. Besides, I want to buy the kids something," Daddy said. This made me excited. I loved it when Daddy gave me gifts, which he never ceased to do.

"Alright, alright. I think I know just the place." Mommy said. "Children, get dressed in proper clothes. We're going to the mall." she said. And with that, we were both charging up the stairs to get dressed. I heard my mother say something about how we were going to break our legs as we ran up the stairs. A sigh emitted from her before she cleaned our breakfast dishes.

My mother began to get dressed herself. She always said that even though you should dislike speaking with people outside of our safety field, you should always look presentable. It was one of the rules in our household to look presentable, and we always did. Father drove us in his truck to the mall.

When we got there, I couldn't believe how much I had never seen before. It was amazing, I couldn't take my eyes off of the clothing that girls wore. My clothes didn't look like that, they were preservative, though other clothes showed people's navels, and had skirts shorter than knee length.

Mother dragged us off to a shop with a man there. His name was Mr. Bogart, or at least that's what he said. With a smile, he showed us whatever Mommy asked for. Something about an Amulet. Since I read a lot, I knew that she meant a pendant of some sorts, a necklace.

Alphonse was fitted to a necklace. It must have looked like a worm in his eyes, because when he wore it, that's exactly what he called it. A worm. I laughed at how he said it with his sneered face. Though, Mommy glared at me when I did that, forcing me to stop laughing and stay silent.

For a moment, I thought Mommy wasn't going to buy me one. I wouldn't have minded much, though it would have made me sad. Then, Daddy said, "What about Ella?" this made Mommy pick out an Amulet for me as well. It looked like a star to Alphonse, though it was something else, I knew it. I wasn't sure what it was called, though.

"Why does she get a star and I have to get a worm!" Alphonse whined. A laugh erupted from Mr. Bogart.

"Sweetheart, this is what was chosen for you. Be grateful you shall be protected." Mommy said to Al. I always wondered why she was protecting him so much. Sometimes, I even thought she didn't love me. She hardly ever came to comfort me after a nightmare, though if Alphonse had one she would coddle him.

The amulets were wrapped around our necks as we walked back to the car. Alphonse and I were identical in our faces as we passed by so many people. I never thought that how identical we were would affect me in my future. Of course, it did.

My father went to work the following morning. I anticipated him coming home. He would always lift my brother and I in his arms. He always shouted the same thing, "My twins! In my left arm and my right!" it always made Al and I giggle. Our father made us so happy. He was my brother's idol, and my hero.

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