Life before was good
My name is Brianna. I don't have a surname. Neither does Gabriella, of course. Kind of cool if you think about it. I mean, Queen Elizabeth doesn't have a surname unless you take the Windsor part. Princesses don't have surnames. That's what we are. Well, I am, anyway. Not quite sure about Gabby, being the frog she really is.
I am perfect, though. Really, I am. I'm tall, Gabby's about one FOOT shorter though she is the eldest.
I'm beautiful, she has got too many freckles. I've got the most beautiful skin, so tanned and lovely...mmm...Gabby's a bit red, you know.
I've got a great attitude, she's got too much of an attitude.
I've got what you would call charisma, and she, well, I don't want to talk about what happens when she tries to talk to people.
I'm elegant, she's fat.
Oh yeah, and we're twins. Strange, right, how one twin can be so glamorous , elegant and perfect while the other is so downright ugly?
Well, who said the world is normal?
It's a strange world after all...
Anyway, I'll start our life story.
My mother is Fiona. She has and had many and more surnames. Well, she did marry about a hundred times. When Gabby and I were born, she was 19, unmarried and penniless. Ok, I'm exaggerating. She wasn't on the road or anything. She lived with her parents in their first class appartment, but my grandparents were quite ashamed of Mom.
As soon as we were born, Mom married some rich bloke who was NOT our father. When we were about three, he died mysteriously due to unknown causes. Two years later, after many and more affairs, Mom married a millionaire. Strange how she always ended up with rich blokes, but she did it anyway.
Again two years later, he too died mysteriously due to unknown causes. Poor guy. I actually liked him. He always bought stuff for us. Toys and barbies. Come on, we were kids then. We LOVED barbies. Anyway, like I said, he died.
I remember my mother mourning for about a week. She was crying her heart out everyday and night. She was actually wailing like a banshee to some point. But after old Gary's will was read, she was back to normal. He had left everything to her. She was rich anyway, because her ex had left her some candy too. Anyway, like I said, she was back to normal in a week.
'Normal' as in, she resumed her journeys lurking into the late night to discos and clubs, resumed her manicures and pedicures and of course, her specialty; stalking.
Then when I was 8 years old, luck dawned upon Gabby and me. Little did we know that it was the beginning of our end which is actually worse than the idea of starving to death.