I watched her with open eyes as she pranced around her room with her friends. I was bound to get her back someday.
I hated Alison. I know it's weird to hate your own sister- sorry- twin.
Alison was perfect though. She had perfect hair, teeth, eyes, nose, everything.
But me? Well, my parents are shipping me off to a mental hospital pretty soon, which will suck because I really want to have fun. And I will. With a plan.
So, I was thinking of the original switcheroo. The only way you can tell Alison from me is by her bracelet.
I'll sneak into her room around midnight and steal her bracelet. I just have to make sure she takes it off before bed.
But how?
After a while, Alison's friends left which left her alone. Perfect timing.
I sauntered casually into her room.
"Hey, Ali."
"What are you doing in here, Courtney?"
"Oh, nothin'. Just thought I'd say goodbye to my sister before I leave."
I gave her a fake grin.
"Okay, well bye." She shooed hastily.
I didn't leave.
"I really like what you've done with your room."
That was a lie. It was too pink and girly. But if my plan worked I guess I'd have to get used to it.
"Umm… thank you, but I've had the room like this for a long time."
"I know, I just never got to tell you."
"Uhh… okay."
I groaned. She still wasn't warming up to me.
"Hey, I'm going for a swim," I pointed to our pool. "Want to come?"
She seemed kind of scared of me.
"Y-yeah, sure." I'll be there in a second."
I smiled at her and skipped-well, not really- out of her room.
Part 1 done.
She came out to the pool a few minutes later in a one piece-lame.
She still had the bracelet on.
I cursed lightly under my breath.
"Oh Ali, you shouldn't wear that in the pool."
"But, it's a wood bracelet."
"I've had one of those before and the strings will fall apart in the water. Just trust me."
"Umm… okay… I'll go put it in my room."
And she stiffly walked back, bracelet in hand.
I clap my hands together and float back in the pool giggling.
Ha! I can't believe she fell for it! She's so gullible.
Quickly, I gather myself up before she re-enters the pool again.
Now all I have to do is give her a few drinks and keep her out until dark and she'll forget about that bracelet.
"Isn't this fun?"
I ask her.
"Yeah."
She lamely replies.
Okay, that screws it. It's time for the drinks.
"Hey Ali, I'll be right back."
She nods.
I search the fridge for anything good, I need something that will make her tipsy. Red Bull? No, too hyper.
Then in the back, I find Lemonade. I put ½ cup of alcohol, I know it may be a lot, so I add more water.
Then I pour myself a glass of real lemonade so I won't get drunk.
"Okay Ali, I brought us some Lemonade."
I hand her the "Lemonade" and she takes a sip.
"It's good, Courtney."
I smile.
"Glad you think so, I found it in the fridge and couldn't let it go to waste."
She gulps down the rest.
"Want some more?"
I flutter my eyes sweetly.
"Yeah."
Now she's a bit tipsy, but it'll take 2 or 3 to get her going.
I go back to the kitchen and give her ¾ of a cup.
"Here you go, Ali."
She chugs it down in a couple of seconds.
"MORE LEMONADE."
She gasps and I quickly run back to the kitchen.
1 full cup.
Back to the pool.
She snatches it from my hand.
Visions of yellow lemonade go flying into the pool.
Chug. Chug. Chug. Chug.
She glares at me as if to say, "Why haven't you gotten me MORE!"
I shake my head, this is going all too well.
I feel bad for the poor girl, so I don't increase the amount of alcohol.
I run back to her.
All of this splashing is upsetting me. I'll have to clean it up later.
She takes a huge gulp, and slams the glass down causing glass shatters to fall in the pool.
"Whoa," she says patting her stomach, "I am stuffed."
"Hey! Wanna go for a swim?" she shouts.
"Love to, Ali." I smirk.
We swam around in the pool for a while, until I decided that Ali had a night.
"Wasn't this fun?" she drowns as I take her back to my bed.
I give her a bucket and turn away.
Oh god, that's more than I expected her to cough up.
Now she's tired and has realized that she's drunk.
In the morning she'll feel better though.
Alison is asleep in a second.
"Sweet dreams, Ali."
And I close my door, with the bracelet on my hand, and something occurs to me, I'm not Courtney anymore, I'm Alison.
Part 2 done.
I enter her room and dream about Alison's friends, life, everything, knowing tomorrow will be different….
