Amy Candler knew she was different. In fact, she was perfect, a perfect twelve year old girl. There were eleven others (Amy doesn't know about Aly yet,) just like her. Could this blonde girl standing in front of her be one of them? But what was her name? "Amy?" she guessed. She knew that she was probably right, but the girl did not give her the opportunity to find out.
Instead, she screamed. "Get out! Get out of my dressing room! Move it!"
"Alright," one of the cameramen shouted. "Kids, I don't want to see you around here again, you hear me? This is not a playground!"
"Okay," Amy groaned. Tasha and Amy stepped out, and began to talk once they were a safe distance away from the trailer.
"Who was she?" Tasha asked. "Do you know her?"
Amy's head was spinning, and her heart was racing so fast, that she had completely forgotten that Tasha did not know about where she came from. "I…no, I've never seen her before in my life. Well, you know what they say," Amy said, trying to make up an excuse. "Everyone has a twin somewhere!"
Tasha rolled her eyes. "Amy, if that were true, you wouldn't be the only kid in Parkside who had found hers. Think about it."
"Well, whomever she was, I have to see her again!" Amy said, which was true.
"Amy!" Tasha said. "You know they don't want us going back there!"
……………………………………..Next Day……………………………………………
Jeanine Bryant was primping by the mirror in the girl's bathroom, when Amy walked in, to fix her hair. Jeanine turned around, and gave her a stare. "Do you know that girl, what's her name, Aimee or something?"
Amy shook her head, and tried to look clueless. "No, I've never seen her before now." Which was true.
"How about in the mirror?" Jeanine demanded. (In this version, Jeanine figures out that Aimee is Amy's look-alike.) "You know her, don't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about. We look nothing alike. She has blonde, curly hair, and mine's straight and brown. Plus, she's probably older than us anyway," Amy protested feebly.
"That's because she's wearing makeup! Well, you're right. She is much prettier than you are. But let's look at the facts. If someone were to dye that boring brown hair of yours blonde, and then give you a perm, and put some makeup on you, you'd look exactly like her. And I think I know why," Jeanine hissed.
Amy froze. She couldn't know, could she? "Jeanine, I…"
"Your father is alive, isn't he? You guys were like those girls in the Parent Trap or something. So, Steven kept Aimee, and Nancy kept you," Jeanine asked.
Amy tried to resist a laugh. Jeanine was far from being right. "No, I told you already, my father is dead!"
"Well, I'm pretty sure that I won't be the only one to notice that Aimee is your twin. I'd suggest that you get a story ready, but seeing that you're not very creative," Jeanine whined.
Amy groaned. Jeanine was really awful.
By Friday, Jeanine was right. Word had gotten around, and now everyone was talking about Amy's look-alike. "I guess it makes sense," she heard Lynn saying, walking down the hallway. "My grandma always said that everyone has a twin somewhere."
Carrie groaned. "Lynn, that's ridiculous! They're probably just cousins, who look a bit alike. I'm sure they're not absolutely identical, even if you did get rid of Aimee's makeup."
Tasha came up alongside Amy. "Hey, Amy, there's something I want to ask you."
"Yes, Tasha," Amy groaned.
"Do you think that Aimee is the same girl who was in the ballet? No, wait, her name was Annie, wasn't it?" Tasha asked. "Omigosh, Amy, you guys could be like, triplets. But then, how would Nancy not know about the other two?"
"Tasha, please!" Amy said. "You're giving me a headache!"
"C'mon, Amy," Tasha said. "You've never had a headache before in your life, don't give me that!"
"I know," Amy said. "But if I could be having one, I would be, right now."
"Why don't you just ask your mother what's going on?" Tasha asked. "She had you, she'd know."
"Look, Tasha, I've gotta go. I'm going to be late for French," Amy said.
Memo from the director: A new subject has arrived at Parkside Middle School, and people are becoming suspicious. We can't let the world know that they're aliens, or they will become angry with us for kidnapping, or worse, want the subjects for themselves. We must remove Ten from Parkside as soon as we can.
Re: Discovered: Removing Ten wouldn't solve the problem. People would still want to know why Seven has a look-alike.
Memo from the director: Then, we must remove Seven.
Re: Discovered: What good would that do?
Memo from the director: If there are no subjects at Parkside, no one will wonder where they came from. Use your head.