September 24, 2012
Cheltenham, Gloucestershire
"She's a bitch and we all know it, that Jessica," a girl with reddish-brown hair said as she walked torpidly down a marble staircase, with the words "St. Lelia's High School" on the sides.
"Well, Charlotte, the school's atmosphere is pretty heavy with energy…" The girl beside supposed 'Charlotte' bore a striking resemblance to her, with her hair flowing to her shoulders rather than in a bun like that of the former's.
"Let's not, Scarlett. God knows that her fragile fingernails can't handle it."
Scarlett laughed. "I thought you were supposed to be the 'nice one' Char?"
"Ha, ha, ha. By the way, your blouse is too tight and your skirt is too high. The principal will throw a fit if she sees you."
"If she sees me." Scarlett smirked.
"You're loitering, Taylor!" A brunette made this comment as she rushed past them, her hair frazzled as her uniform was unkempt.
"Which one of us was she talking to, Taylor?" Charlotte asked.
"Both of us, obviously. It's not that difficult to tell us apart after an entire year."
"Scarlett Taylor, how very dare you ruin my joke."
"It was stupid anyways, Charlotte Taylor."
"Ugh!"
The pair returned home and spent their time doing homework that would be due the immediate day, sorting out important events, and for the most part they were able to avoid idle chatter until light grew dim and faded into night.
"I think I'm going to go back to Cardolan next year, Char." Scarlett fiddled with her pencil.
"But then you'll have to go to London…" Charlotte didn't want to be separated from her sister. They had their moments, such as when they were practically mortal enemies during a clique war in primary school, but they each cared for the other in abundance.
"The pressure here's a bit too much, though. It's less than three hours away; I could just go there by taxi or bus. I would still live here."
That was what Scarlett said, but they both knew it would throw their schedules off completely. Scarlett would be tired from travelling, and both would have their assignments to do. Scarlett would have to wake up earlier, meaning her twin would have to follow suit if she wished to see her sister in the morning. Scarlett may have been a witch, but magic could never solve everything, could it?
Scarlett sighed after looking at her sister's expression. "We'll work it out, Char."
A/N: No, this was not random. I think you can already guess why I've suddenly decided to flash back into the past of some OCs, whom I did not establish the existence of until just now(lol). I kinda had more to write, as obviously there has to be more to this and I intended to fit it all in one chapter, but didn't have the patience and spent way too many hours of the day staring at this computer screen to research and write and shit. I'm just gonna post this and go to bed or something.
Bye-a!