Emma Paxon wakes in her small bedroom, a smile plastered across her heart shaped face, brushing the stray stands of her brunette hair out of her mouth. The smile brightens the bleakness of her bedroom; the discoloured wallpaper hangs loosely off the cracked walls, the carpet is long gone leaving the stained floorboards exposed and broken. The window only allowing a slither of light to enter Emma's room; bars across the small window cascade a shadow over Emma. Even the bleakness of this room cannot deter Emma's happiness today. This is a very special day, Emma bounces out of her bed and into the bathroom. She passes a photo on the top of the dresser; it shows a young woman in her mid-thirties her blonde hair blowing wildly in the wind, holding tentatively a young baby, Emma.
Emma locks the bathroom door, which consisted of jamming a broken piece of wood under the door. Jumping into the shower Emma's smile broadened as she fanaticises about her day ahead. She is finally going to meet her twin. Even thinking about it, makes her giggle, a twin, unbelievable. She was contacted only a couple weeks ago, by her twin sister, Sutton Mercer. The hot streaming water of the shower envelops Emma's whole body, as she remembers the first e-mail she received for Sutton.
"Hi, my name is Sutton Mercer. I live in Tucson, Arizona. This might seem a little strange, but I think were related. Crazy I know, but I have searched and searched and I think I have finally found you. My sister. I hope we can get to know each other. Please contact me, Love Sutton."
The shock at reading the E-mail was nothing compared to the disbelief and anger she felt as she thought it was a prank by her younger foster brother, Rex. She was busy plotting her revenge, despite living in multiple foster homes over her childhoods and enduring countless pranks, anything about the chance of family always struck a deep cord with her. She decided to take a look at the attachment on the E-mail just to see how far Rex had gone on this elaborate prank. But the sight that greeted her, was far past her anything she could have imagined. The attachment was a photograph, of Emma. Well not Emma, Sutton her twin sister. The resemblance was amazing she was identical. The only difference was a Sutton didn't have a small scar on her chin. Emma got that scar when she was 5 on the swing set in the park, 2 months before her mother left. In the photo Sutton was holding a white sheet of paper 'I think were twins' written tidily in pink felt tip. The one thing Emma will remember from that photo is the expression on Sutton's face. Her lips parted into a small smile, her eyes bright and beautiful, only partially hiding her desperate plea for acceptance. From that moment Emma knew the photo was real, that Sutton Mercer was real, and she would make sure she would get to know her twin sister.
Emma's daydream is abruptly interrupted by the bathroom door being forcefully opened. Her foster brother walks into the bathroom and sits down on the toilet. "Get out Rex, you pig!" Emma covers her delicate body with a towel quickly as she steps out of the shower. "You first" Rex stares greedily at half naked Emma. She quickly runs out of the bathroom and back to the relative safety of her room.
Emma lies back onto the bed. Her smile from earlier quickly comes back with vigour. Nothing, even the advances from her foster brother, can ruin this day for her. Today is the day she will finally meet her twin sister.