Rosalinda Simon (Rose)'s POV: 45 minutes before-
I woke up, looked in the mirror and sighed. It was going to be another one of those days; those days where I feel nothing new. Just the same old, messy room. I got up from my bed and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. I grabbed my favorite cereal, Lucky Charms, a bowl and milk. I sat down at my usual spot at the kitchen table. I started eating when my mom, the beautiful and single, Mary Miller, walked into the kitchen, dressed up as if she was about to go to another job interview.
I usually didn't get dressed until after she left. I dressed in my normal "bad girl" outfit; my short jean skirt, tight tank top and leather, black jacket. I put on my makeup, grabbed my cell phone, my car keys, and my purse set off to another pointless day at school. I had straight A's but with my reputation, no one would ever believe that. I sighed. No one knew the real me, not my mother, not my friends, or my boyfriend, Ashton. Everyone except my best friend, Shawna.
I walked towards my usual spot that I met up with Ashton. I talked to a few friends along the way, but all the usual morning stuff. I look up and I see the back of a blonde haired, nerd by the look of her preppy clothes, flirting to my boyfriend. I was mad beyond mad. I walked down the hallway faster but snobbier than usual. People knew that when I was mad that they better get out of my way.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" I heard her say to my boyfriend. That was it! She cannot flirt with him and then talk to him like that.
"You tell me." I interrupted them before she could say anything else. She turns towards me and I saw a dorkier, complete opposite version of me. I was confused and angry at the same time.
"Rosalinda?" She asked me calmly, obviously surprised to see me. I narrowed my eyes at her. No one knew my full name. I never told anyone! I went by Rose, not Rosalinda. My birth name. Ashton looked at me in confusion.
"I go by Rose, but yeah that's me. Who are you?" I snapped at her. None of this made sense.
The girl who looked exactly like me took a deep breath and answered my question. "My name is Emma, Emma Sapphire." She looked at me with cautious eyes. I stared back blankly. Sapphire was my father's last name, whom I've never met before in my life.
"So why do we look alike?" I crossed my arms, forgetting that Ashton was still there.
"Hold on! What is going on, Rose?" Ashton asked me. I turned towards him to look up to his pretty brown eyes.
"I don't know. Ask that clone right there!" I snapped accidently, not meaning to take my anger out to him. I sighed and said again. "Sorry, Ash." I leaned up against him as he put his arm around my waist. I was slightly calmer. I turned towards Emma. "Why do you look like me?" I asked her.
She apparently looked very annoyed now. "I'm not a clone! I'm your sister! Your twin sister!" She emphasized the word twin.
Without saying anything, I tugged on Ashton's shirt and we walked away without saying anything. After awhile, we walked all the way to my locker in silence, far away from that freak girl. "Rose, what the hell is going on?" Ashton finally broke the silence.
"I don't know who the hell that girl is and why she looks like me!" I snapped at him. I grabbed my binder, glared at him, and then slamming my locker, turning and walking away from him.