Aleah's POV
"Aleah, please get back in here!"
Mom's voice broke through my thoughts, but I still didn't move.
"Aleah?"
"Coming!" I yelled, but I made no move to go back into the kitchen. My eyes were glued on a news report that I'd heard about for a couple weeks, but this was the first time I'd actually clicked on it to see the pictures. "Oh my god," I whispered to myself, scrolling down.
"Aleah, are you coming or not?" Mom was standing in the doorway of my room, looking annoyed.
"Look at this," I interrupted her, tilting the screen toward her.
"What?" Mom snapped. She took a step closer and read the title under her breath, "Bethany Cole, first human clone of her sister."
"See?" I pointed to the picture of Bethany, who looked hauntingly familiar. Why? Because every time I looked in the mirror, I saw a girl who was almost identical to Bethany, except that she had glasses (I had contacts), and I had red streaks in my hair. Other than that, we looked exactly the same. Almost as if...
I looked at Mom, who'd turned deathly pale. "They said you'd never know..." she whispered.
"Never know what? Who?" I pressed, leaning in.
Abruptly, Mom tore her eyes away from the news report and slammed the lid of my laptop down. "It's not good for a girl your age to be reading ghastly reports like that. I think it's best we stay away from this incident, yes?" She began walking out of my room, as if nothing had happened.
"But-"
Mom turned around and cut me off with an icy look. I swallowed, nodded, and followed her out of my room.