Summary: It's the story of Rose's twin sister. Is she aware that she has a twin somewhere out there? Or was she living just as oblivious as Rose was up until dreamscape?

Mom tells me about it every year, on this exact day. This year was no exception, I knew. I do not like the story she tells me, but I dare not speak up to let her know. Reminding me every year seems to hold her together somehow, knowing that I'm aware of it. Knowing that it's fresh in my mind.

Sometimes I wish she'd just let it go. It's always the same story. She could at least pick a different day to share the events with me. I don't even understand why she keeps telling it to me. I know the story and I know what happens.

It's not that I don't care, but it's the fact that the story is depressing and discouraging. And she tells it to me on the last day I want to be depressed. October fourteenth. My birthday. The exact day that the story took place.

I sat in History class, the last period of the day, doodling carelessly in my What's News Today Notebook. What's News Today was a 'fun' daily class starter that Mrs. Janlee had come up with. Each day someone had to bring in a newspaper article to share with the class. Everyone could choose which day that they wanted. I always chose Monday. It gave me the weekend. Still, History was no more exciting with all of her 'fun' assignments.

"Lilly!" a harsh voice whispered to my left.

I turned as the boy belonging to the voice tossed me a note. I nodded, my silent way of thanking him. He grunted, clearly not happy with his messenger job. I unfolded the paper that had been folded into the shape of a football.

Lil,

Sup, B-day gurl! What's poppin? Ur mom approve of my spending da night with u yet? Jus wonderin'…

Man this class is boring…ugh! Can't wait til it is over!

----Heidi

I glanced up to look in the direction of my best friend. Catching my glare, I nodded and smiled to let her know that my mom had approved.

And suddenly it hit me. If I had company all night, maybe mom wouldn't tell the story after all. Because she only tells it to dad and me. No one else knows. I haven't told my friends—not even Heidi. We haven't told anyone outside of the immediate family. No, just the three of us know. So mom is surely not going to take the risk of allowing Heidi to know. Which means that, perhaps, I won't have to hear it until tomorrow…or at least, that's what I'm hoping for…

"Happy fifteen, Lilly!" Heidi exclaimed as soon as the bell rang to signal freedom from school.

"I'm fifteen today, too!" Hollis smiled as he walked into step with us as we made our way to the buses.

Hollis was Heidi's boyfriend last year. Heidi broke up with him, but it never did ruin their relationship. My bet is that they'll end up dating again, by the end of this school year.

"Oh, really?" I questioned, "Happy bir--"

"It's not my birthday," he cut in, a smile spreading across his face, "But I am fifteen today,"

Heidi rolled her ice-blue eyes, "He's been doing that to everyone lately, to friends…to teachers…to random people…" she explained.

"Ha-ha" I said to him, my tone edging near sarcasm, "Very funny,"

He shrugged, waving as he spotted his bus, "See you two later,"

"So," Heidi began as we boarded bus 80, "how's it feel to be fifteen?"

"The same as it felt to be fourteen," I answered with a laugh.

Since my house was the first stop for the route, Heidi and I arrived home within ten minutes. Heidi immediately ran over to my stash of birthday gifts.

At first, her excitement made me giggle. That was until I realized something. Uh-oh! A lump formed in my throat. I forgot that Mom doesn't like to neglect the girl from her story, even though she's not with us. So when she wraps the presents, half of them say my name. The other half are for her, the girl Mom tells me about every year. The girl that I'm convinced is dead, or doesn't exist at all. Or…is perhaps somewhere out there, yet I'll never see her.

As Heidi shook the packages one by one, all of a sudden, she paused. I braced myself, mind racing.

"Lilly--" Heidi questioned hesitantly, "why do some of these say To: Rose?"