Yesterday, I let my walls down to someone knowing that it was safe to do so. I knew Cici wouldn't judge me for my past, nor would she leave me when my mental health became an issue.

I felt like I could really trust her but not only her. Cici, Randy, and Mickey were really becoming a small group of people that are bringing me back out of my shell, showing me that I could bounce back from the horrors that have happened.

Walking over to the Omega Beta Zeta house, I pulled my bag over my shoulder tighter, ready for the first class of the day. Cici and I had sat down and compared our schedules to find what classes they have together and planned out our 'hang out days.'

Apparently, the blonde was serious about being my best friend.

Knocking on the big white doors, I turned the handle, letting myself in, as Cici and the other girls said they were okay with it. Closing the door, I glanced up the stairs as I always do, taking in just how bit the sonority house was.

"Hey Kat!" An excited voice called out.

Turning my head, I gave a small smile to the brunette whose personality always matched her vibes, just pure sunshine. Although I couldn't relate to that, I couldn't put out that fire either, so I let the girl bounce up to me with a wide toothy grin.

"Hi Dawnie," Letting her pull me into the lounge, I noticed a few of the Omega Beta Zeta girls sitting on the couches with their bags or necessities with them.

A redhead saw my look of wonder and gave a little laugh. "We're just waiting for Cici, that girl, and her outfits," I snorted to myself, knowing exactly what she was talking about.

"So, are you ready for drama class, Kat?" Dawnie asks, taking a seat next to me as she and the other girls turn to me with equally friendly smiles. Honestly, it took me back to being in high school when the cheer girls hung off my every word.

"Uh, sure," I grimaced; the theatre wasn't really my thing. "Why do I have to take a theatre class if I'm a film student?" I questioned. Cici had already tried telling me about the classes I was taking, but to be honest, I wasn't paying attention.

"well, the students who are here for acting, singing, film making, etc. all have to take some classes in the other subjects. Like if you wanted to be an actor, you would still take a class on how to use cameras," the redhead explained.

"Yeah!" A pretty black-haired girl chimed in, "You're a film student like Cici, right? So you'll still have to do classes that don't really fit film making like the theatre class, which is why we all take it together in a mixed group".

Nodding my head slowly as I took in the information, "it's just annoying in there with the 'princess' thinking she's better than everyone" my ears perked up as I listened to the redhead's words.

The girl with the black hair nudged her quickly before giving me a smile, but apparently, the redhead didn't get the message "What? You know Gus gives her all the good parts because she's 'famous' and knows it'll bring people in and- oh my god I forgot".

After seeing the subtle glares of the other girls, the redhead glanced at me wide-eyed.

"Are you talking about my sister?" I asked, hearing footsteps coming from behind me, in the midst of the redhead girls ranting about what I assume to be my twin sister Cici had finished getting ready and put a hand on my shoulder in concern.

A quick glance around told me what I think I already knew, these girls were not fans of my sister. Their apologies rang out as I shook my head. "Don't apologize for your opinions. I know what it's like to dislike Sidney Prescott, but what did she do to you?".

Cici sighed when I motioned for them to continue on "girls, I don't think this a good idea."

I shook my head while they all gave each other side-eye glances. "No, please do. I don't want you guys to pretend just because I'm here" The blonde huffed softly as she fell down into one of the armchairs but didn't say anything else.

The redhead, however, looked like a shaken bottle of soda ready to pop and give me everything I needed to know about my sister "okay, so like I was saying, she gets all the good parts just because of everything you guys went through, which was so-"

"-Tragic," Dawnie chimed in with a sad smile.

"but it's like the more she gets to be the center, the more she looks down at us like she's better than we'll ever be. None of us ever get to show our talents or ideas because 'little miss victim' takes over everything" a sigh of relief escapes her as she sits back almost as if she were keeping all that contained.

When I look at the redhead compared to the girl with black hair, I see something she has that the other didn't. Jealousy.

"Wow, that was refreshing," the girls gave nervous laughs. "I'm serious. I've gone through years of 'Sidney's a good girl, 'you need to be easier on Sidney.' So it's nice that other people see what I can see".

"Okay, let's go before we're late," my friend claps her hands as she stands, taking my arm in hers, pulling me towards the door with the other girls flanking us or trailing behind.

"We, as the film students, usually work with the sound and music department, the set designer, and Doug, our teacher, likes us to be more involved with the theater kids. Gus, however, likes to be on the lookout for talents. So even if you're not a theater major, he'll still let you be in the shows".

Wrapping my head around college was hard enough without the possibility of having to join in any plays or having to act. I was pretty content with watching an endless number of movies with Mickey.

Walking into the theater only gave me butterflies after being caught in here, especially after being caught so vulnerable. Those moments were made for Sue and me. That's where I wanted them to stay, not spilling out in front of strangers.

Silently following the girls, sitting in the red theater seats between Cici and the redhead whose name I still hadn't thought of asking for, but it seemed too weird to ask for considering we'd had an entire conversation.

Glancing around, I quickly smiled, seeing Mickey waving at me from a group of guys who were all laughing with each other. Randy was gesturing with his hands wildly, clearly really into what he was telling them.

Giving Mickey a small wave back, I looked around the room and took in everything I could. Front doors were the primary way in, two other exits I could see, and no doubt a way out through the back of the stage.

Hearing a familiar voice, my head turned to see my sister talking to some of her classmates, but it was more like a student to another student kind of talk than an animated chat with friends.

From what I was told, Sidney stuck with the small group I had seen and mostly talked to Hallie or her dopey-looking boyfriend.

Sidney cleared her throat as she walked to the center stage, oblivious to me sitting with the sorority girls in front of her. My dear sister stood alone but confident "We always start with someone singing just to get ourselves focused and energetic," one of the sorority girls whispered in my ear.

The piano at the side of the stage began a tune, it was the same piano I had been caught playing, but the song was a lot different from mine. I watched as Sidney let out a breath before opening her mouth to sing the first lyrics to the music.

I could admit that she had a good voice, but she was trying too hard, and I was saying that without prejudice. It had always been like that with Sidney. She was always trying hard to be the perfect version of herself.

That's what made Sidney a little copy of our mother.

"Show off," The redhead girl hissed next to me as I let out a small puff of laughter, but my eyes were still trained on my twin. She gave off the aesthetic that she commanded the stage, but I could see the fear and nerves in her eyes.

She was a good actress, but not good enough to fool me.

My head slowly began to nod along to the words of Whitney Houston's 'Emotional Baby' as a few of the theater kids joined in with their instruments to help with the energetic bop of the song.

"I've been hearing your heartbeat inside of me / I keep your photograph beside my bed / Livin' in a world of fantasies / I can't get you out of my head / I've been waiting for the phone to ring all night / Why you wanna make me feel so good / I got a love of my own baby / I shouldn't get so hung up on you. Oh, I remember the way that we touch / I wish I didn't like it so much."

My eyes flittered around the room, seeing the other students whispering among themselves while watching Sidney sing. I glanced at Mickey, who just grinned at me as if seeing the chaotic energy in my eyes.

Just as my twin began to take in a deep breath of air, I smirked as I quickly beat her to the punch. "Oh, I get so emotional baby / Every time I think of you / I get so emotional baby / Ain't it shocking what love can do."

Seeing the look of shock on her face when she not only realizes that I'm here, but I've cut into her song, I get up with a sly smirk as I hear the girls around me giggling and gossiping as I slowly stand up from my seat.

Sauntering to the stage, I continued to sing as a few whistles rang out, "Ain't it shocking what love can do/Ain't it shocking what love can do" from my position, I could hear the sorority girls cheering me on along with what sounded like Mickey and some of the film guys.

"Ahh, that's my bestfriend!"

"Woo! Go, Kat!".

Sidney glared at me before turning away to storm off the stage. Grabbing her arm from behind, I twirled her around and sang the lyrics to her face; I saw her eyes wander from the other students then back to me.

Clenching her jaw, her eyes steeled as she began to sing in unison with me as the two of us circled around each other. My expression was one of playfulness and mocking, whereas Sidney's was of anger and bitterness.

Being on stage and singing with Sidney did remind me of the old days, especially as we moved in sync and danced around each other. Most of our youth was Sidney being competitive with me for no reason and me just going along with it.

My mother always stressed that a bit of twin competition wouldn't hurt us, oh how wrong she was.

"I get so emotional baby /Every time I think of you / I get so emotional baby / Ain't it shocking what love can do" For a beat while singing, it did occur to me how close the lyrics were to our situation.

As much as I really disliked my sister for leaving me and hating me for such trivial reasons, I did miss her. As a sibling, I was forced to love her because of my brain's chemistry but being her twin, I was forced to feel that we made up two halves of a whole.

It was always supposed to be her and me, and in constantly having to be a part of a pair, I now felt lonely when I had to be by myself. I had Casey, and then she was gone; Billy and Stu were supposed to be my forever, and that didn't happen.

So when Sidney told me she'd always be there for me, I stupidly believed her and trusted that she wouldn't lie to me because what big sister (and twin) would leave behind someone who was coerced to need them in the first place.

Repeating the chorus one last time as my smile faded away, Sidney and I stood in front of each other, breathing heavily, waiting for the other to make the first move. However, through the cheering and clapping of our classmates, a louder clap knocked us both out of our stares.

"Girls, that was wonderful" it was the man that had caught me playing the piano before.

"Thank you, Gus," Sidney said, swallowing hard as the man's eyes turned to me expectantly and brightening in recognition. "This is Kat," she cleared her throat awkwardly as she reluctantly introduced me, "my sister."

"If only we were doing a play of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake" The older man smiled widely. "I could see you being the Odette to your sister's, Odile. Light vs. Dark," his face lit with excitement. "The white swan vs. the black swan."

I let a short burst of laughter. This man had summoned up our entire relationship without even realizing it. I was the black swan to my sister's pure white, the evil duplicate – in our case, the bad twin to her good.

"We're currently working on Agamemnon specifically within the Oresteia trilogy. Would you perhaps be interested in auditioning?" hearing a small gasp from Gus' question, I noticed Sidney frowning at his words.

"Uh, no," Gus nods unhappily with my answer, but I wasn't looking to perform other than embarrassing my sister. I just wanted to learn as much as I could about my chosen major and go back to the world.

Which granted was a lot harder than it seemed.

Leveling my sister with a mocking gaze, I left one last sneering remark, "I think I'll leave the theatrics and drama to my sister. She truly is good at what she does".