Gaze: Hmm...This is my first fic that has been reposted.

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Chapter 2: What?

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Hilary sat in her desk, angrily fidgeting.

'What's the point of socializing if girls only talk about boys and their looks and guys only talk about beyblading and bitbeasts?

She was getting annoyed with herself, everyone and the sound she was making with her fingers.

Hilary frowned, 'So much for being the president if I'm such an outcast.'

"Hilary!" Ms Natalie called.

"Yes!" Hilary got up from her chair and ran to the teacher's desk.

"We're having a new student present today in our class. She'll be joining us for the rest of the year and I thought you'd be the perfect person to take her on a tour of our school," the teacher explained.

'Oh great, my job today went from class president to tour guide for some student. What else do you want Ms Natalie? I'll get into my French maid uniform and start serving the class tea and biscuits.'

"Get her acquainted with your friends!"

'I'll take that as an insult because I don't have any,' Hilary's attention span was thinning.

"…make her feel welcome…" Hilary read along the teacher's lines.

'Welcome to my life and my boring school! SNORE!' Hilary thought. 'I had never been this negative before, must be someone I'm rubbing it off from.'

"You will be excused from class for the rest of the first period to meet her and then take her back to class. You'll be very surprised to see her."

'Ha! As if. What, am I supposed to be surprised about? When I see her wearing pink? Or has bleached blonde hair? Not like I've never seen anyone with that here,' Hilary peered over her shoulder, 'There's just way too many of them.'

"That's hot," one blonde said.

"Um…gee I am definitely honoured," Hilary half-heartedly laughed. She made her way out of the classroom, sulking.

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She sat quietly in one of the chairs in the school's office waiting for Hilary to take her to class. For the last several minutes, teachers have been eyeing her and her every move. She swung her legs slowly and uneasily as she placed a loose strand behind her ear.

'They're all staring at me…I'm not that identical to her. I still have that scar on my forehead from beyblading,' she recoiled. Terrible memory and not to mention the backache.

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Her footsteps echoed in the school's hallway, as she was on a search of the new student.

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The brunette waited intently, ignoring the looks and the audible whispers and looked at the doorknob attentively, anticipating of getting out the office as soon as possible. When she heard a soft knock and the twist of the doorknob, Klaire was on her feet with her backpack, ready to leave. Hilary opened the door wide and gasped, 'Okay, I've been punk'd…is this a joke? If it is, it's a SICK joke!'

'She's identical to me! This had not better be Tyson under that mask. She was too real, almost too good of a mask and a joke for Tyson to play on me...'

The girl, standing in front of Hilary, had chocolate brown hair and scarlet eyes. She was smiling. Not one bit freaked out like hell about their likeness. The brunette lent out a hand at Hilary and reluctantly, Hilary took it and was pulled up to her feet. Hastily, she dusted her yellow skirt.

"Uh, thanks," she said shyly, "You must be the new student."

She bowed down as a curtsy and an apology. Klaire stared in confusion and thought, 'They don't do that back home…'

"Yes. I'm sorry for startling you. I hope you didn't break anything?"

"No, I'm fine," Hilary flashed an apologetic smile. "What's your name?"

"Oh silly me I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Hillary Harper!" she beamed, placing her hand on her cheek. "That's Hilary with two L's."

"Hillary! Ha! Do you have any other name besides that?" Hilary asked.

"No, only Hillary. My parents were lazy," Klaire said blankly.

"What a coincidence? My name is Hilary with one L of course!" she chuckled nervously. 'I'm totally and officially…freaked.

"…That IS strange," Klaire laughed, 'Oh boy…'

"I know that somehow we all have an identical twin in this world but I never knew that I'd meet mine," Hilary smiled as she started towards the door.

"Small world," Klaire whispered, barely audible, as she trailed after Hilary.

"You said something?" Hilary asked looking at her then noticed the big difference between them. Then her eyes flashed a different colour.

"Your eyes…weren't they just purple?"

"Huh?" Klaire asked. 'They couldn't have been.' She took out a mirror from her pocket. Nope, ruby eyes.

"Nothing," Hilary insisted.

Klaire closed the door, leaving the wide-eyed school staff.

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Hilary walked straight ahead of Klaire as they both were about to head for class.

"Why the hell do the Grade 9 classrooms have to be two levels up?" a voice exclaimed.

Hilary stopped in her tracks and turned her heel, facing Klaire who turned the same direction as Hilary did. The two girls stood at the foot of the stairway leading up the next level. The footsteps were now louder and the person became clearer to Klaire's eyed. He had midnight blue hair and a baseball cap plopped backwards on his head.

The boy made a screeching once he had seen Hilary and the other girl whom he did not notice. He closed his eyes shut, 'Any minute now.'

"TYSON!" Hilary yelled. Her hands were planted on her hips, "You're late again."

'Yup, that's it. He's an idiot. He's Tyson,' Klaire remarked. 'Like someone I know.'

Students' heads were poking out of the opened classrooms' doors. Every door of the Grade 7's classrooms' was open. Klaire looked around uneasily and gently tapped Hilary's shoulder, "I think we better get going Hilary."

'WH-What? Oh great, just what I need…another princess perfectionist, a know-it-all. They look exactly alike! My head hurts just looking at them!'

"Just a sec Hillary," she said.

"And your name is Hilary? Isn't one Hilary enough? Who are you supposed to be? A Hilary wannabe? Or a Hilary clone?" Tyson said without thinking. "You look exactly alike!"

Klaire flinched. She held her backpack tight then hammered it on Tyson's head, "And the sun is hot and the water is wet. Thanks for eye-opener jackass!"

"Hn" Klaire grunted as she took her backpack and started climbing the stairs.

Hilary sighed, "You will never learn." She too made her way up.

'Yeah I guess I deserved that-' "Wait!" Tyson yelled after both girls, "Am I getting another cleaning duty for a week?"

'You might as well get it for the rest of the year,' Hilary grimaced.

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Klaire gave a strong pull at the sliding door but it came off and sent her flying with it.

"Oh my…" Ms. Natalie ran to the girl, "Are you alright Hillary?"

From the classroom Klaire heard cries of amazement.

"Whoa…"

"Cool."

"Look at the brute strength!"

Kenny poked his head out of the doorway, "Hey Hil."

Klaire stared with false bewilderment at Kenny, "Do I know you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry…" Kenny blushed.

Klaire chuckled. Perhaps she can stick to her look then said, sweatdropping, "I'm sorry about the door."

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22 years later…

"So did you see Klaire today?" Hilary asked as she brought the cup full of coffee down in front of Kai.

"She's sleeping," Kai said taking it to his hand, "that's usually a good sign." He carefully placed it on table in the meeting room. They were waiting for the others to come in for their daily status report.

"I hope someone won't get any ideas," Hilary sat on one of the cushioned chairs.

"Keep an eye on him."

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(End of Chapter)

Gaze: Anyways…it has been reposted because, the fiction showed how terrible I was in writing and I got sick of mails. Please review. And if you did on the other one that I deleted, it all depends on you now to review or not. It'll be a better fic, I promise. And I will keep my promise. No Flames.