"Dude, you look just like me," he said. He was right, but being the queen of sass that I am I gave a different answer than anyone was expecting.
"Nah, I'm much awesomer," I said putting my hands on my hips.
"Ve~ he looks just like you!" The accent was Italian.
My eyes widened, "Wait a minute. I'm a girl." I scowled and looked down at my invisible boobs. I looked up at all the staring guys; oh wait there were maybe three or four girls here. "Can I go now?"
"I'm terribly sorry miss…?"
"Fuller, Kennedy Fuller," the Brit seemed apologetic. "Oh by the way I'm sorry for flipping you over my shoulder, now that I realize this is just a huge misunderstanding." I turned to the German dude; he seemed to be in charge. "My Aunt is probably looking for me, may I go now?"
The German man nodded, "Mr. Vargas will take you back to your aunt now."
I grinned, "Ok, thanks dude."
America Prov.
"Ok, thanks dude," she said and left with Italy. I was still in shock at the likeness. It was like she was my twin. Something was up with this, and I was going to find out what it was. It wasn't a coincidence that she looked identical to me.
I pulled out my phone, "Hey, Marge. Get me everything you got on a Kennedy Fuller."
Britain came up behind me, "She seems to have more than just your looks."
"Whadda mean Iggy?"
England continued, "She seems to act like you in almost every annoying way."
"I'm not annoying," I grumbled. But I was going to find out everything about this teenager who looked exactly like me.