Part 3: Sarah Manning entry 002, 8th January 2013

Alison Hendrix sharply pulled out her whistle from her pocket in her bright pink puffer body warmer. Young kids all around her running as she blew to signal the end of soccer practice. She scurried over to the benches and picked up the tupper ware box of orange slices.

"Now you only get two or three each." She slapped the hand of a boy who picked up two in each hand, and smiled wide at him, and then to his mom. She put the lid under the box and laughed kindly as they all took their pieces and sat at the bench. A woman's hand touched her shoulder and Alison turned with a jump. "Oh Anna-lee hi." Alison smiled at the lady next to her with blonde shiny hair which flowed over her shoulder and a little too much make up for a suburban housewife to wear. But it was Alison's best friend and so she had to pretend to like it.

"Hi Alison are you still ok for us to come over for the kids party tonight?" Anna-lee said, crossing her arms and standing a little too close to Alison. Who smiled, again, and turned to her sealing the box with a thump of her fist to push out all of the air.

"Yes of course, we agreed 4PM right. A few hours after practice?" Alison said, checking her organisation. Anna-lee stopped crossing her arms and checked her watch grinning.

"That's right. Only 2 hours as it's 2PM now." Anna-lee said a little something in the way she said it. Alison stared at her expression and noticed the something there, but chose to ignore it and smiled again.

"That's absolutely fine." Alison said, putting the box down on the bench as the other coach blew the whistle for the second half of the kids game. As it did she jumped again and adjusted her fringe and pushed some hair behind her ear. Alison shimmied around the bench as all the kids were laughing and shouting in their childish ways. Her walk excellently poised in her new black yoga pants. She finally got passed all of the soccer mom's and power walked over to the equipment shed. The door needed a little push to open so she used her shoulder,, she looked around to make sure no one had seen this. A few heads had turned but none lingered so she smiled at no one and closed the door. Inside were a few oranges that didn't quite look like the rest so were left on the table. Also inside was a small juice flask filled with straight vodka that she grabbed as her first act and gulped down her throat. The burning liquid seared her throat, but the more she drank the less the reaction. "Two hours. I haven't even got food, where are my decorations." She looked outside to the group of people. "Where the hell is Donnie?!" she finished. Quickly her fingers sealed the flask and she hid it behind some equipment on a steel shelf rack. Her feet in the latest power walking technology trainers pounced out of the shed and scurried around the side to look for him. When she did she stopped dead in her tracks. A woman who looked just like her was stood there in black tatty clothing and too much eye liner. Turning, she ran back around the shed building and into it finding the vodka and taking another gulp. The woman found a door nearer her on the back of the shed and came in that way.

"No no, this is my neighbourhood you do not do this!" Alison was visible shaking and her eyes were wide, the woman could see the struggle to keep her form, her face had to be smiling and she had to look pleasant. But this as gone with a deep struggle to keep it and replaced with suburban anger, which was the scariest kind.

"Hey! I'm not ere' to take your neighbourhood! I'm Sarah. We are obviously sisters or something-"

"Ha!" Alison laughed, leaning against the tables with deformed orange slices, her arms crossed over her with one supporting her petite chin. "I am not having this talk, this is not happening!" Alison said, picking up a knife from the table with orange slices and holding it mindlessly in her hands. Sarah tensed up and stepped back a little bit, ready to get the hell out of the way if that knife came anywhere near her. Sarah put her hands up.

"Where is Beth?" Alison said, but there was a heavy edge of threat in it.

"Wow, calm down!" Alison walked towards the door and faced the wall thinking to herself, the knife poised aimlessly in the air, her hand holding it for some sort of twisted comfort. "Beth's dead, she killed herself on a train platform..." Sarah panted, her hands going to her hair as a comfort. "Who are you to me?" Sarah asked, staring at the back of Alison's perfectly sculpted hair which was pulled back into a neat pony tail. She did look like a spitting suburban image of Sarah, just with lots of pinks and pastels were Sarah wore leather blacks and greys. Sarah was definitely hotter.

"That's not Beth, she wouldn't do that! She is not stupid...This changed everything" Alison tried to piece this together in her head. "You really have no idea do you?" Alison asked, turning around and watching the woman to her opposite. "Nope. Not today! I have a children's party for gods sake! Leave now, go, come on, out." Alison still wielding the knife in her seemingly weak wrists ushered Sarah out of the shed, but Sarah just backed up against the door.

"What the hell is going on?" Sarah called out, Alison quickly threw her hand onto Sarah's mouth, stopping her from making a sound. She got up close to Sarah's face, their identical noses almost touching.

"You do not just strut your trampy ass into my children's soccer practice. You do not show your face to anyone, especially my kids. You leave now, and wait for a call. Now, do you have the phone?" Alison said, Sarah didn't struggle, she wanted information. At the end of these instructions she was again made aware of the phone in her jacket pocket with the bright pink case on it. Sarah nodded. Alison released her mouth, but did not step back. "Go." Alison reiterated with her eyes widening and her hands shooing her out of the room. She stepped back and leant back again on the orange table, placing the knife down on the top and sighing heavily as Sarah walked out of the shed through the back. As soon as she was sure Sarah was gone, she pulled out her own pink phone and frantically searched for a number. Once it was found she pounded the call button with her delicate and nimble finger.

"There's another one." Alison said with a tone of urgency in her voice. Her hand not knowing what to do with itself as she stood there holding the phone. The free hand shook itself in worry as she spoke to emphasize the words to herself.

"What, are you serious?" A voice returned, a west coast edge to her accent.

"Yes, she looked just like us! How could I mistake a clone! She came to my children's soccer practice! This needs to stop."

"Ok ok, calm down. Does she have Beth's phone?"

"Beth's dead." Alison said simply, letting it sink in on the other end. "So naturally this new clone stole her phone!"

"Crap! This is big. Urr, ok I'll come over tonight, can you get a sitter?"

"I have a children's party. Maybe if they all leave we can say..." Alison quickly looked to her watch. "8 o'clock. They should all be gone by then."

"Make it half 8 and I'll be there. Have fun, we'll talk through this, don't stress." The voice on the other end cut out with a tone. Alison slammed the phone into her pocket, her eyes looking towards the vodka stashed in the frame again..but she stopped herself taking the temptation. 4PM party, over by half 6, super at 7 and bed by 8, Alison planned the schedule for the kid's nights to distract her as she walked out of the shed, back to practice.

Sarah unlocked Beth's car and clambered in, trying not to show her face with her black hood. Quickly she reversed out of her spot and sped down through the parking lot and out of the rec's ground. What the hell is going on, Sarah thought. She pulled her phone out of her pocket whilst her hand steered. Her thumb knowingly tapped out Felix's number and pushed it to loud speaker. As she turned with both hands around a corner going a little higher than what she probably should have on these suburban roads.

"Sarah, where are you? I've been going bloody mental waiting for you to get back!" Felix's voice rang through camp panic shone through and she could visualise his face, full with worry whilst soaked in make up. Probably with one of his men laying in the bed naked next to him.

"Fe, I have no idea what's going on, but I have found another one, one of my sisters or whatever."

"That's amazing!" Felix shouted down the phone. Sarah stopped at the lights entering the city.

"No, she's a total psycho, suburban soccer mom.

"Oh god, I am breaking out in spots just thinking about that retched place. Suburbia or Suburgatory." Felix joked, Sarah smiled a little bit as she put the car into drive and pulled away.

"I don't know. But I just need to know Fe, this could be my story." Sarah watched the road ahead with a dim expression.

"Every foster kid want's a story." He said, a air of understanding in his voice this time. He started laughing suddenly and breathing heavily, mumbling something about some one getting off. "Look sis, I have to go. Business to attend to. If you need anything call me ok." Sarah hung up the phone putting it carelessly in the parting box between the drivers and passengers seat. Both hands gripped the wheel as she drove.

As Sarah pulled up at Beth's house she parked the car in it's spot, getting out and locking it. It was raining very slightly and she felt it cold on her face and the smell of wet concrete reminded her of her childhood somehow. She fumbled in her pockets for the keys, finding the one that fit the door under the cover of the porch roof. When she found it, she pulled the handle and walked in, carelessly shutting it behind her and pulling down her hood. Sarah walked straight to the kitchen for something to eat or drink. She found cereal and a unopened bottle of wine. A poor mix, but what's the risk? Her hands grabbed a bowl out of the over head cupboards which opened upwards, and a spoon out of the draw that only needed a touch to open. The cereal crashed into the bowl, followed by lashings of milk soaking straight into the floating pieces. One spoonful went into her mouth straight away, the spoon stayed there as she corked the bottle and let it air for a second. Where had she got that habit from? Too long pretending to be her high end twin...or triplet? Either way the bottle poured itself into the glass and she soon replaced the spoon in her mouth with the rim of the glass, sipping it's velvet red contents. She coughed a little at the mix as she adjusted her seat on the black leather stool. In her hand she flicked on the TV and found little single on the cable- affected by the rain- so she settled for news.

'Girl who committed suicide earlier this week has been identified as Sarah Manning, New York resident who went missing over 10 months ago. Authorities are saying that the-" Sarah turned the TV off again as the woman's voice attempted to penetrate her mind. She shook her head. The cereal spooning into her mouth replaced by red wine, the cycle repeating until the contents of the bowl was gone. Her fingers tapped on the white surface top and she looked around Beth's house one more time, taking in the small living room with its creamy sofa's flat screen TV and modern look attire. From where she sat she could see the bedroom where she had slept last night. Sarah stared at the bed sheets as she thought about the things she had learned today. She had another sister, called Alison. Alison was her dramatic opposite, suburban soccer mom. Beth knew about her, Beth was now dead. All Sarah had was an address to Soccer mom house and a pink phone.

As she though about the phone it vibrated in her pocket and the ring tone alerted her. She cleaned her mouth with her tongue and pulled it out, seeing a number on the screen. She answered it and held it between her ear and shoulder as she put her bowl and spoon in the dishwasher.

"Yeah?" Sarah said. Struggling to do both tasks at once, she took some of the wine in her mouth.

"You have Alison's address? Come to her house at 8:30PM tonight." A west coast voice sounded into Sarah's ear.

"Who's this?" Sarah said, mentally noting that she had to drive there, and spat the wine into the sink so she could drive. Red poured out of her mouth like blood, she turned the tap and a jet of bubbly water poured out washing it away in a spiral down the sink.

"My name is Cosima. See you there, Sarah." Cosima said, ending the call, her voice replaced by a dead tone. Sarah hung up the phone and placed it back on the surface. She bit her lip. Getting up, she quickly washed her glass out and put it back in the overhead cupboard, walking to the bedroom, unzipping her jacket and chucking it to the floor. A reminder of Beth's boyfriend Paul's existence shot in her face as she noticed the flight details and stick note on the wall telling Beth he would be back on Saturday. A few days yet. Next her boots flipped off and lined the hall way before entering Beth's bedroom. Rashly she pulled off her top and it too fell to the plush carpet floor. As Sarah made her way to the bathroom her jeans dropped off too and she walked in her underwear to the showers edge, turning it on and waiting for it to get hot. Her eyes caught her own as she looked at herself in the vanity mirror lined with modern lights. Her heavily eye lined eyes watched her back as she unclipped her bra, and took off her pants, making sure she had a towel and stepping into the shower.

"Donnie, get your shit together, we have 20 kids out there who want food and drink. I only see 5 cups here Donnie, where are the other 15?!" Alison asked as she slammed an empty tray filled with crumbs on the kitchen side. None of the guests were in the kitchen yet, so it was just her and her husband. Donnie cowered in the corner and frantically searched through cupboards and shelves in search of where he put the rest of the red cups. Alison watched his efforts tapping her polished foot whilst she leant on the surface side. He turned to look at her, defeat in his eyes as well as a horrible mix of terror. Alison's temper flared and so did her nostrils but she managed to restrain herself and breath deeply.

"Donnie, please go to the store and get 30 cups, and napkins. We have no napkins." Alison ordered in a sweet tone that made him feel as if he was doing her a nice favour when in reality he had been given an order to fulfil. Alison turned in her step, shaking the crumbs from the tray into the bin and replacing them with sausage rolls and other bake-able finger foods. As she closed the oven door, she turned around to find Anna-lee standing there watching her with a great smile on her face.

"I just saw Donnie running out of the back door, everything ok?" Anna-lee asked, as Alison stood back up from the over door and took off the oven gloves. Alison smiled back at her and tilted her head, watching her beautiful blonde friend look back.

"We have everything under control, he is just getting some extra cups and napkins." Alison excused, moving around her to the other side of the kitchen's surface island, chopping some carrots and cucumbers into finger sized slices.

"I noticed there were no napkins." Anna-lee said in a polite and friendly tone, but it hit Alison hard in the heart. She did not show this and instead looked up smiling once more with an edge of 'get the f out of my house before I cut you'. Ann-lee chose to ignore this and held the edge of the counter top.

"You know, it was short notice, if you need help we can all-" Anna-lee started.

"No, it's all ok. Every thing's fine. If only there were more of me! Ha!" Alison said, looking to her chopped foods and carefully sliding them into a serving dish from the board. She laughed slightly at her own joke. Picking the dish up she walked back around Anna-lee and through the kitchen arch to the living room. There she served the chopped foods to the hungry kids on their coffee table. Smiling politely and waving hello to new guests she did not even know, but lived in the neighbourhood. Anna-lee chewed her cheeks and huffed but followed her out anyway, greeting some more people for Alison. Alison walked up beside her and back into the kitchen to check her watch. 5PM she thought to herself, only an hour left. She leant back against the counter, all she could think about was this new girl, but more importantly Beth's death. A sigh escaped her parted lips and she pushed herself forward, breathing and smiling, getting her edge back with a quick secret swig of the flask from her kitchen draw. Placing back she wiped her mouth adjusted her hair and went back into the living room.

"Who's ready for twister?!" She called out, kids around her laughing and happily cheering.

Sarah rapped her hair up back in the towel and pulled her new underwear on. Well, Beth's. Her, again Beth's bra clipped into place and she walked back out of the bathroom, the mirror and tiled walls steamed up. Outside she went to the double wardrobe, finding Paul's clothes resembling a suit shop and Beth's resembling a line of business wear, mixed in with running and sport gear. Sarah flicked between clothes, her own in the wash, finding a cool grey wool look dress and a golden necklace and bracelet set. As she set these down on the bed ready to put on she realised what image she would be putting on. Wearing Beth's clothes, her dead sisters clothes. She walked to her jacket on the floor in the kitchen, bending down to search the pockets for her phone. It was not there, she then remembered it was on the counter top and got back up. As she did there was a clicking from the front door. Shit shit shit! Sarah thought, stood there in Beth's underwear in the kitchen. Hurriedly she ran around the island and faced the door, composing her face. Ready to spring Beth into character or fight. A tall strong looking man with short cut blonde brown hair, wearing a tailors dark suit and white shirt walked in, locking the door behind him. Sarah, playing Beth looked up her hands flat on the surface, smiling to the man walking in. She recognised him as Paul from the magnetic pictures on the fridge.

"Paul. I thought you weren't coming back until the weekend?" Sarah said, a little rusty on her accent but trying. Paul dropped his bags on the sofa and un did his suit buttons.

"Beth. I came home early." He said coolly, but a deceiving smile on his face. "Why are you in your underwear." Sarah thought it would be obvious that she had just got out of the shower with her wet hair, but why clothes that weren't hers were on the floor and why she was stood in the kitchen in her underwear were questions she just couldn't truthfully answer.

"I just got out of the shower." She said, running her hands through her hair for comfort. Paul watched her cautiously, coming closer to her. With every step he took forward, she took one backwards. He put his arms out slightly but back again, he stopped walking, but still watching.

"You seem different." He said, Sarah looked around for a distraction, opening an over head cupboard to look like she was doing something. There were only glasses, so she grabbed one out of it and walked to the sink, lifting the tap and letting the bubbly water pour into her glass. The tap stopped. Sarah put the drink to her lips and sipped on it.

"Do I?" She asked, swallowing and avoiding his eyes. She walked around the island to the living room, flipping on the TV and quickly turning over from the news. A programme came onto BBC America and so she let it play, sitting down on the furthest edge of the sofa from Paul next to his bags. Paul walked over to her, behind her on the sofa, he tentatively touched her shoulders as she took some more water. Half to wash out the alcohol she had consumed and half to give herself something to do. She let his strong big hands massage her shoulders, a little into the way he makes her feel and the stress release.

"You're tense. How is the case going?" Paul asked, pinching Sarah's shoulders.

"Urr." Sarah started, baffled. Maggie Chan 42 yr old Asian woman, shot dead by Beth in defence. Beth said something about still trying to gather evidence for the case. "Yeah, um the case is reconvening in two days as they need more evidence as there is no CCTV to prove urr me innocent." Sarah babbled out in the best Beth accent she could muster. She loved the way his hands made her feel but it was Beth's boyfriend, it was sick to pretend to be him. But who could she pretend to be? A foster kid drifter wonders into New York, suddenly finds her self in the clutches of a family she never knew she had, pretending to be her sister to find out more. Sarah sipped some more of her water and got up, brushing his hands off of her by rolling her shoulders. He watched her move from the living room to the bedroom and wait for a minute. Sarah closed the door behind her and sat on the bed.

"Sarah?" Paul called out, not having left the living room. Sarah breathed heavy and tried to find a plainish top to wear to cover herself up. She had no clothes that she could wear that wouldn't insult her sisters and none that would live the lie with Paul. She resulted to wearing her 'the clash' tee that she stuffed in her bag yesterday and wasn't in the wash. She couldn't find anything to wear on her legs so she suffered the top and her pants. Paul slowly opened the bedroom door and walked himself in closing it softly behind him.

"Why are you dressed like a punk rock hoe." He asked, serious with his insult.

"Hey!" Sarah came back, before realising who she was pretending to be. "London calling.." She excused.

"You don't like that music?"

"Yeah I do. It's new." She quickly said. He came over to her and stood in front of her legs on the bed.

"Are you taking your medicine still?" He asked plainly. How would she answer! If she said yes then it could be the 'wrong' kind of medicine and so she would get in shit, and if she said no and it was 'medicine' then she would get in more shit.

"You're damn right.." Sarah said, imitating a phrase Beth had said once when they met. Paul looked at her, he squinted his eyes, then relaxed.

"You're acting weird." Paul said, moving forward slightly. Sarah leant backwards on her arms against the bed, not intentionally inviting him in. Paul leant onto her, and put his lips near her mouth. Sarah froze. He breathed on her just for a second, looking over her body for a sign. She watched his eyes. It was not enough. Sarah smacked their lips together in a passionate kiss and her arms came up to grab his head. Paul supported her and laid her on the bed.

"Thank you all for coming!" Alison shouted to the last guest family to leave her door. Anna-lee hanged about behind her as usual, waving too. "Finally." She said in a sarcastic tone, although she meant all of it. Donnie did eventually come back with the cups so the evening wasn't totally ruined. Alison went to close the door, but turned to Anna-lee instead.

"Don't you have to get off?" Alison hinted. Anna-lee looked at her for a second then acted as if what she had said only just registered. With a jump and a small giggle she said;

"Oh yes, sure. See you at the soccer match this week!" Anna-lee stepped out of the door, but started to turn to say something. But Alison slammed the door shut as if she hadn't seen.

"Donnie!" She called out, walking down the stairs to the basement room. In the basement room she had a sofa set a TV and a craft room, where she spent most of her time. This was also where she hid her booze when there were people over, except that one flask in the empty kitchen draw. Donnie came bumbling down the stairs and in the entrance of the crafts room. His messy short hair sculpted his rounded gormless face and that led to his too short neck and his rounded almost beer belly like stomach.

"Yes honey?" Donnie answered.

"I am making meatloaf for dinner, can you get it out of the freezer, I put it in yesterday evening. I'm trying to make some new costumes for the acting society." Alison smiled her sweet smile and Donnie nodded smiling slightly before going to work on his task just set. As soon as she heard the basement doors to the outside click shut she searched through the cupboards for her travel bottles of vodka. She only found one and gulped it down before she could even think about it twice. Carefully she wrapped it in tissue paper and put it in the bin by the craft table. Wiping her mouth she sat on the chair and got out various fabrics with a list of sizes and templates.

Sarah breathed heavily as she sat up stark naked on top of Paul, her mouth wet from kissing him. She could feel him inside of her and stared into his eyes as she rose up and down in a rhythm. Just a few more minutes, Sarah thought to herself, she could already feel the build up in Paul as his head tilted back, his hands gripping her hips hard. Sarah looked to the ceiling, her hands on his hard abs as she rode him harder. She could hear the change in his breath, he loved it, so she sat back up using her knees to lift her, his hands gripping harder. Rising harder. Gripping harder. Just as he was about to climax he let go of her hips and put his hands over his eyes in a relaxed and fulfilled sort of way. Sarah felt him let go, and crawled off of him and down to beside him. She felt his arms wrap around him in a sort of cuddle as he tried to get the condom back off and into the bedroom bin. As he did this Sarah went to get up, she regretted what she did as she had only just showered, but she needed to distract him. Even though she just had, she showered again and grabbed her things just to pass time. When she came back out of the shower Paul was there in the bedroom naked and staring at her. As she came out in fresh underwear he grabbed her around the waist and brought her in for a backwards hug.

"What was that?" He asked, breathing in her freshly washed hair.

"Not now Paul." Sarah said, acting cold was what she knew of Beth. He smiled in to the back of her head anyway as she pulled away and grabbed her clothes out of the wash, which were washed and dried by now. Out of the machine she grabbed some camouflage style jeans, and a black band t-shirt. Grabbing her shit and leaving for the car. It beeped unlocked and she pulled herself in, put the car in drive and sped off with a little wheel spin. Paul watched suspiciously from the window, only his perfectly sculpted chest could bee seen though. Sarah waved him off, and forgot what she had just done. It was great. Hot even. Beth had it good even though if he was my boyfriend I would have jumped in front of that train I would have killed myself too, Sarah thought to herself as he left the city, heading for suburbia.

"Fancy a trip to see my sisters?" Sarah said down the phone whilst she drove. Felix didn't even need to think and agreed immediately. Sarah knew where he would be, Felix was a rent boy, and his main haunt was a loft apartment just on the outskirts of the city. Sarah picked him up and kept driving.

"So who are these relatives of yours?" Felix asked, sat with his seatbelt off, and legs on the dashboard. Sarah looked from his feet to his eyes then back to the road.

"I have no idea. They just look like me-"

"Freakishly like you. Elizabeth Childs, who may I remind you, you are pretending to be is like your double!"

"I know. Can you have twins which are like 4 or something, so like quadruplets?" Sarah turned off the main road and hit the outside of the fresh valley suburb.

"Probably, what with all this IVF and sciency magic I suppose you could have like a thousand children and not even feel it." Felix moved his legs from the dashboard and sat up to attention. "Oh. My. God. This is suburbi-hell. Who would live here. Mrs Vandikamp with her perfect garden and perfect life. Oh Sarah don't forget to put your new hybrid electric car in your off road garage where you keep your family camping gear and DIY tools. What would the neighbours think!" Felix joked, Sarah hit his arm with her fist and laughed too.

"Just be cool, Fe. I don't want to scare them off." Her hands gripped harder on the wheel and she let out a deep breath. "This could be my story." She repeated something Felix had earlier that for some reason resonated with her the whole way home from this place the first time. "Which ones 35?" Sarah asked driving slowly past a row of houses checking the numbers, Felix jumped up and pointed his nimble finger in black designer fingerless gloves on the window. Sarah pulled up on the road way, which she thought was way too wide to be a road. In New York you barely had room to move a car let alone park a car in her area of town. The engine still ran and the lights were still on as she pushed the car into park and looked to Felix. "This could be it." She said, looking to Felix who leaned closer.

"Oh come here." He said, putting his arms around her, holding her tight against his thin but polished body. Sarah pushed her head into his neck and just sat there for a second.

"You are the best brother I could have ever asked for, you know that?" Sarah said, then shook her head.

"God two minutes in surbubi-hell and you are already turning soft on me." He let go of he hug and playfully pushed her arm. "Now go, I'll wait here. I am already breaking out, I told you! He pointed to an invisible patch on his face. Sarah took no notice and got out, shutting the door behind her. Just then her phone rang. Beth's pink one.

"Yeah?" Sarah answered.

"I can see you. Cover your face, and get around the back of the house to the basement doors. Knock quietly and wait." Sarah heard the phone cut off, she looked back to Felix who was already checking his 'spots' out and walked around back.

The basement doors were white french doors, the basement was actually the ground floor, except the front door on the other side of the house had stairs to the first floor. Sarah lifted her hand to knock, but before she could even make contact with the wooden frame it opened. Alison opened them, gave her a scowl and walked in the house.

"Hi." Sarah said sarcastically, and then stepped in. She could feel herself being mushed into a housewife just by entering but she brushed it off. It was still weird, even after seeing Beth and meeting Beth to see some one who looked exactly like her. She walked into the small living area complete with soft fabric sofa and TV set, with a stair case in the top right of the room, and another room just to the right of the door behind the sofa. As she stepped in she closed the doors, rubbing her hands together and brushing her fingers through her hair.

It was then she met the third. A girl exactly like her, in terms of face and body, but completely different. The noticeable thing about this relative was the big thick dreadlocks pulled back into a cute pony tail. Next was her striking black rimmed glasses in a rounded fashionable shape. After that was her silver nose ring and her bright big white smile. Sarah felt something there when they contacted eyes, but ignored it and smiled back. It was like it was infectious or something.

"Hi, I'm Cosima. We talked on the phone?" Cosima said, her hands talking with her, covered in rings and jewellery. Alison stood to the side of the door which Cosima had just come out of. Her arms folded across her chest and her eyes annoyed. Cosima on the other hand was more than happy to see her, and Sarah thought that was really nice. "Sit?" Cosima offered and walked around the sofa from the room to get a better view. Sarah sat down, and Alison sat away form her on an opposite arm chair. "I am sorry Alison for Beth, but we have this to deal with now." Cosima said, apparently consoling Alison, who huffed.

"Look I don't want any drama I just want to know who we are too each other." Sarah asked, her face sorta expecting a big drama but also pleading for answers in the way she smiled. Her eyes caught Cosima's and they smiled to each other.

"Long story short. We can't really tell you." Cosima said, her face awkward and her smile apologetic as her hands talked for her again, shaped like awkward fingers dancing together like they were creating a ball of awkward fire which would end up dissipating into the ether.

"What do you mean? We are sisters right, Beth-"

"Don't talk about her." Alison pleaded keeping her head together. She was sitting uncomfortably and nonchalantly pulled out a pistol gun from behind her. Sarah jumped back, almost falling off the sofa.

"Holy shit!" She called out.

"SH!" Alison hushed in a whisper. "Don't wake my children!"

"You're crazy!" Sarah called out again, before quieting down. Cosima lifted her hand up and ushered Alison to lower the gun.

"Are you going to tell her or am I?!" Alison said, standing up from her sitting, gun still in her hand. This housewife was crazy. Cosima was just about to object when Alison blurted it out.

"We are not sisters! We are clones! A genetic experiment, we are laboratory rats for some f'ed up experiment!" Alison shouted this right in Sarah's face, who just stayed there in her shocked position on the sofa away from Alison's gun. It made sense. It just made sense. But it was impossible.

"What the-" Sarah began.

"It's true! We are genetically identical, well at least we think. We have been trying to get blood samples from another..'version' of ourselves called Helena, but we have been having trouble-"

"Genetically identical?" Sarah said, trying to get her head around it all. "What."

"Believe me I have a PhD in evolutionary biological science and it's all there. As far as we are aware there are 8 of us. Yourself, myself, Alison, Helena, Beth—well, there was 8 of us, including 4 others from Europe. But we don't really know. I was going to break the news better than Alison, she is just upset about-"

Sarah put her hand up to stop her speaking, she stared at the floor for a minute and then looked back to Cosima.

"Ok. So now twins, clones right. Is that even legal?" Sarah asked, accepting what she had been told. It all fit, unless she was going fucking insane, she met her 'twin' clone Beth who then killed herself, and then Alison who also looked exactly like her, and Cosima and now 5 others...

"Well no. Since the faults in animal cloning the whole thing has been shut down, not to mention the ethical set backs. It should never be legal." Cosima said.