The twins had always been together, but never saw eye to eye. Sandra was the 'evil' twin, while Deidre was the 'good' twin.
"Why do you always do this," Sandra yelled to her sister.
"Well, I wouldn't have to if you didn't leave your clothes scattered on the floor!" Deidre screamed back.
"Well, then pick them up and throw them on my bed," Sandra stated,"don't just wear them without permission."
"I'm sorry," Deidre shakily told her angry sister.
Sandra looked at the tears that streamed down her sister's face.
"It's ok," Sandra hugged her sister tightly,"I'm the one who's sorry."
The two stayed like this for a little while. Neither knew that their father watched from the crack in the doorway.