"Come on, Bella, let's go!" my sister enthused, tugging on my hand. "It's just school. This will be fun, and I'll be with you if you need me. Lighten up, Bells!"
"Ari, calm down. I just want to get this day over with, okay?" I said quietly, trying to get her to shut up as we walked into the office.
She pouted. "Bella, you're just determined to have a bad day. School doesn't have to be a daily torture, you know. It can be fun!"
"Only if it's you we're talking about." I muttered darkly, then followed Ari to the desk.
Ari bounded over to the secretary, a kind-looking older woman named Ms. Cope, and gave her a winning smile. "Hi! My name's Ariana Swan. Can I have my schedule, please?"
Ms. Cope immediately fell prey to Ari's charm, and smiled back in a faintly surprised manner, passing a sheet of paper across the counter. "Of course, dear. And here's one for you, Isabella."
"It's Bella." I corrected gently, thanking her for the schedule. Ms. Cope gave us each a map and pointed out all our classes on it while Ari listened attentively and thanked her warmly as we left.
"Suck-up." I coughed, and Ari feigned anger. "Gosh, Bella. Don't ever talk to me again, okay?"
"Fine, I won't." I snorted, playing along with my over-dramatic twin sister.
Ari and I were different in almost every way; where I was shy and clumsy, she was exuberant and a great dancer. Where I liked to be alone, she had a huge amount of great friends. And where I had never had a boyfriend in my life, she had gone through five boys since Renee had let us date. People found it hard to believe that the two of us were related, much less twin sisters. But the proof was there, in baby pictures that we looked identical in, and how our mother used to put nametags on us to tell us apart. Ari had always wanted to switch places and confuse everyone, but I could never pretend to be like her. She was too much.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Ari's disappointed groan. "Oh, man! We've only got lunch together. This sucks!"
"Well, you do take a lot of different classes from me, Ari. You're not even in math anymore, are you?" I pointed out.
"Nope! I don't know how you can keep going with it, because I barely survived Geometry. I would die in Trig. Latin is way more fun than Spanish, I'm telling you, Bells."
"I like my Spanish, thank you very much." I said stubbornly.
Ari stuck her tongue out at me, then said, "Okay, be a stupid poophead. I'm still going to teach you Latin anyway. Oh, and you're going to meet some nice people this morning. Angela looks like a perfect friend for you."
Did I mention that my sister can see the future?
"Ari, calm down. I just want to get this day over with, okay?" I said quietly, trying to get her to shut up as we walked into the office.
She pouted. "Bella, you're just determined to have a bad day. School doesn't have to be a daily torture, you know. It can be fun!"
"Only if it's you we're talking about." I muttered darkly, then followed Ari to the desk.
Ari bounded over to the secretary, a kind-looking older woman named Ms. Cope, and gave her a winning smile. "Hi! My name's Ariana Swan. Can I have my schedule, please?"
Ms. Cope immediately fell prey to Ari's charm, and smiled back in a faintly surprised manner, passing a sheet of paper across the counter. "Of course, dear. And here's one for you, Isabella."
"It's Bella." I corrected gently, thanking her for the schedule. Ms. Cope gave us each a map and pointed out all our classes on it while Ari listened attentively and thanked her warmly as we left.
"Suck-up." I coughed, and Ari feigned anger. "Gosh, Bella. Don't ever talk to me again, okay?"
"Fine, I won't." I snorted, playing along with my over-dramatic twin sister.
Ari and I were different in almost every way; where I was shy and clumsy, she was exuberant and a great dancer. Where I liked to be alone, she had a huge amount of great friends. And where I had never had a boyfriend in my life, she had gone through five boys since Renee had let us date. People found it hard to believe that the two of us were related, much less twin sisters. But the proof was there, in baby pictures that we looked identical in, and how our mother used to put nametags on us to tell us apart. Ari had always wanted to switch places and confuse everyone, but I could never pretend to be like her. She was too much.
I was brought out of my thoughts by Ari's disappointed groan. "Oh, man! We've only got lunch together. This sucks!"
"Well, you do take a lot of different classes from me, Ari. You're not even in math anymore, are you?" I pointed out.
"Nope! I don't know how you can keep going with it, because I barely survived Geometry. I would die in Trig. Latin is way more fun than Spanish, I'm telling you, Bells."
"I like my Spanish, thank you very much." I said stubbornly.
Ari stuck her tongue out at me, then said, "Okay, be a stupid poophead. I'm still going to teach you Latin anyway. Oh, and you're going to meet some nice people this morning. Angela looks like a perfect friend for you."
Did I mention that my sister can see the future?