A/N: It's the dance chapter. If you haven't seen the original, watch it! ASAP!

That next night, Thursday, there was a dance where some men from the military came and talked to the ladies from the camp. Renesmee was pissed, as she was not able to go, and she so desperately wanted to. This was the one chance that she had to meet someone of the opposite sex, as wasn't able to where she lived, as her grandfather always wanted her to be perfect…well mannered. Her mother didn't care as much, but her grandpa did.

"Justine, we need to finish this, so we can get our revenge on that girl. And I now just how to do it." She had the perfect idea for it, but she couldn't say, as she wasn't sure if Justine would follow through, but then again, they both wanted revenge.

They finished as much of the cleaning as they could before going to the dining hall, where the ball would be held. She loved her idea, and it would work better as Felicity was standing there at the balcony chatting up a guy. She was wearing a short skirt. Reaching up, Renesmee cut up her skirt to getting it to show her underwear. Pulling away the cloth, they left, before starting to laugh.

Meanwhile, Felicity didn't know. She was talking to this guy too much to notice. He was telling her a story, and she was laughing. They heard a slow song, going in to dance to it. They started dancing when everyone started laughing and pointing at her, before Heidi came over.

"Felicity, the back of your shirt is missing. Let's go and get you changed." Felicity turned red and mumbled an apology to the guy, running out to the front, only to see Renesmee out there, holding out the back of her skirt. "This is what happens when you mess with us, and then blame it on us. You become the slut of the camp."

Felicity got pissed and lunged for Renesmee, starting to punch. They started fighting, and were moving all over, pouring punch and cake all over the floor, and turning the place into a mess. Soon the leaders got in between them, moving them apart.

"Alright, you" pointing to Felicity, "and you," pointing to Renesmee, "the isolation cabin!"

The two twin girls glared at each other, trying to get past the others to beat each other's faces. They wanted nowhere near each other anymore, only for pranking. But now, they needed to kill each other, otherwise they would go insane.

The next day, they were on their way to the isolation cabin, when the entire camp came along to say good-bye. Heidi and Naomi both helped Felicity with her luggage, whereas only Justine helped Renesmee with hers. They crossed the river, and walked through a mini forest before reaching the cabin. Felicity and Renesmee both looked up at the cabin, thinking of their doom.

After they had settled in, under the supervision of the leaders, they found out that they had to do everything together. Eat, shower, and play. For the rest of their eight weeks. 'Great,' I have to be stuck with her for seven weeks. Maybe I can get down to the mystery of why she looks like me.' They were both thinking this at the same time.

That night, Felicity was trying to sleep, so she kept trying to sleep, and shut off the light, but Renesmee was trying to write, and needed to leave the light on. They kept this going for quite some time, before Felicity gave up, on the condition that Renesmee would finish soon. They agreed, which was a shock to them.

A few days later, there was a storm. The window was opened, because the air felt nice to them, and Felicity was hanging up some pictures on her side. A huge gust of wind blew in, and all her pictures were blown off the wall. Felicity went over to close the window, but it wouldn't budge. Renesmee was looking at her for a few seconds before she went to help. They got the window closed and Felicity looked at her pictures.

"Ah man. That wind sucks."

"Any pictures ruined?"

"Only my Eminem picture."

"Who?"

"You have never heard of Eminem? How far away is France that you don't know who he is?"

"It's all the way on the other side of the ocean. I would say at least 4,000 miles. Where is your home?"

"Oh, in Forks, Washington. On the other side of the country. Do you want some oreos?"

"Sure. Do you have peanut butter? Some people think this is gross, but when I am home, I always eat it with peanut butter. My mom does it too, but everyone else thinks it's gross."

"Oh my gosh. Same here. Except it's my dad. I don't have a mother. My parents split up, so I never really met her before. Hey, is your dad the type of guy who is always too busy for you? Or does he always have time to talk to you."

"Well," started Renesmee, "I never knew my father. The same story with your parents. Except I don't have a father."

"Hey Renesmee, two questions: old are you, and where did you get your name?"

"My mom mixed both my grandmothers' names into one. I have Renee and Esme in my name. And my middle name is Michelle. And I will be 15 on July 9th. You?"

"My name is after my mom's grandma, and my middle name is Carlie. For Charlie and Carlisle. And I will be too." She thought for a minute. Wait, I have a grandma named Esme…"

"And I have a grandpa named Charlie."

"I have a picture of my mom. But it is a useless thing. Torn right down the middle-"

Renesmee went straight to her drawer. "Did you say…right…down…the…middle?"

"Yes." Felicity went to her chest and fetched her picture. "On the count of three, we flip them. Deal? One…"

"Two…"

"Three," they said together, flipping their pictures to see if they would be changing their lives for good…