Lily Evans sat quietly in the window seat. She leaned on her elbow
and looked out. The beautiful countryside welcomed her. Her hip, faded
bellbottoms and tie-dyed pink shirt floated in the tender breeze. Her
sister, Petunia was sitting on the twin window seat in their room, her neat
skirt and sweater ensemble looked exceedingly elegant. ^Twins.I hate being
a twin.^ Lily thought. ^Twins everything. I love Pet and I know she
loves me. but why do mum and dad think we're duplicates? We're * fraternal
* twins for heaven's sake. We don't even look alike. Yet we're the same.
I wish I could be Lily. Not LilyandPetunia.^
Petunia soon busied herself cleaning up the room. Petunia was * very * proud of their room. She and Lily had the attic. Their father, when he was around had made two sleigh beds and a rocking chair for their room. Granny, before she died, quilted comforters. Pink for Petunia and yellow for Lily. Their room looked * expensive *. Nothing any of their friends could say. They lived in a tiny town south of Birmingham. Their father played teacher to a team of raggedy and the most unlikely candidates for students. Their mother was a housekeeper for a very wealthy family, the Potters. Lily and Petunia * never * saw their parents. Their mother left them porridge and milk in the mornings and packed them peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch and old meatloaf and mashed potatoes for dinner. That's why it was a surprise when their mother came home from work early. "Girls." she said in a quiet voice. "I've got something to tell you."
"Wow." Petunia exclaimed. Lily was quiet. She walked over to the record player and turned on her favorite song. "I never wanna say goodbye girl, ooh ooh baby." the Jackson Five song played across their room. Lily curled up into a ball and cried.
"Run along now. The cake is ready." Mrs. Evans rushed into the kitchen and using a homemade oven mitt released the vanilla cake. "Soon they'll be gone for a whole year," she muttered. "Lucky it is that I walked in on Mr. Potter and a third year from this Wogharts or whatever it is. He could go to jail for that. He told me I could have anything. I told him that I want my two girls gone. They'll be going soon." Using chocolate icing, she wrote Happy Birthday and Bon Voyage! Mrs. Evans smiled and left the cake to cool.
Petunia soon busied herself cleaning up the room. Petunia was * very * proud of their room. She and Lily had the attic. Their father, when he was around had made two sleigh beds and a rocking chair for their room. Granny, before she died, quilted comforters. Pink for Petunia and yellow for Lily. Their room looked * expensive *. Nothing any of their friends could say. They lived in a tiny town south of Birmingham. Their father played teacher to a team of raggedy and the most unlikely candidates for students. Their mother was a housekeeper for a very wealthy family, the Potters. Lily and Petunia * never * saw their parents. Their mother left them porridge and milk in the mornings and packed them peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch and old meatloaf and mashed potatoes for dinner. That's why it was a surprise when their mother came home from work early. "Girls." she said in a quiet voice. "I've got something to tell you."
"Wow." Petunia exclaimed. Lily was quiet. She walked over to the record player and turned on her favorite song. "I never wanna say goodbye girl, ooh ooh baby." the Jackson Five song played across their room. Lily curled up into a ball and cried.
"Run along now. The cake is ready." Mrs. Evans rushed into the kitchen and using a homemade oven mitt released the vanilla cake. "Soon they'll be gone for a whole year," she muttered. "Lucky it is that I walked in on Mr. Potter and a third year from this Wogharts or whatever it is. He could go to jail for that. He told me I could have anything. I told him that I want my two girls gone. They'll be going soon." Using chocolate icing, she wrote Happy Birthday and Bon Voyage! Mrs. Evans smiled and left the cake to cool.