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-CW :)
Dawn & Dakota
"Come on, it'll be fun" Dakota pleaded.
"No Kodi , it's going to be boring." said Dawn.
Dawn always hated going shopping for many different reasons:
- Her feet got tired from walking around so long
- She didn't always see things she liked
-Sometimes she didn't like trying things on for strangers to see her
-She occasionally felt insecure out in public
-It was a lot of work to carry all of the bags to the car and home and find places to put the clothes
"Dawn, I may have made some outfits but you still need more clothes. This would be a good time to merge your style with high fashion, you'll look amazing." Olivia said.
I thought about for a minute. "I guess it is a good time..." I said. "Let's before I change my mind."
They both squealed and practically dragged her out the door
Dakota is my twin sister. It's really easy to tell us apart. First of all, for some odd her hair is dark brown and she keeps it shoulder length while mine is raven or jet black and reaches the middle of my back and I have bangs. Both of our eyes are grey but mine has little bits of hazel and green. We have a tan complexion and are pretty tall, 5'9. My sister (plus the other twins) only has a accent when she either say certain words or is speaking full blown Romanian but I always have one. I'm the only one besides my mother who constantly has an accent.
People would say that I'm goth, emo, or whatever you want to call it. I just really love dark colors and simple stuff. But I do wear some really badass stuff and people tend to forget their ignorance when they see me. I like everything about the darkness of the world because some parts of it are misunderstood and truly beautiful, like me. But it's a whole different story with my sister. Dakota's more into bright colors and pretty stuff, what I call "normal" people clothes, like my big sister, Olivia. She's a twin too, but to my big brother, Oliver. Now they really are identical, they share everything if you bypass the fact that they're different genders, and that Olivia has freckles.
Personally I think it's friggin awesome that my mom had two sets of more or less identical twins. We have so much when we go out together because when people see us, they get a little confused because you see two sets of twins that look like each other. I think some people would say my family is like a circus, but I wouldn't get made because circuses are cool.
My sister and I are different in personality and goals. She's outgoing and talkative. Everybody likes her and notices her. Which is why she wants to have some type of leadership career like in politics or world affairs, governments stuff. Me on the other hand, I'm reserved and like to stay in the background. I'm more involved in the arts, you know literature, dance, music, that kind of stuff. I dance and sing (my accent disappears when I do this, I don't mind though), play several instruments, and I'm a phenomenal writer as I told by anyone whose looked at my works.
But she and the rest of the family love me the way I am.
And now here we are combing every inch of New York City for clothes for "the new Dawn". We're moving to LA (Los Angeles). Oliver and Olivia are going to the Debra Goodman Academy for their senior year, while me and Dakota are going to Brewster High school for our junior and senior year. Even though we would've like to be in the same school, we didn't to bombard and freak out the students and faculty with four kids from the same family that just so happen to be twins. But the two schools aren't too far away from each other so we can drive to school together or what Oliver thinks is fun: race to the division between our schools and then separate.
My mom is handling everything that needs to be done while my dad is off in the army. I think they met when my dad, Jeremiah Lockhart, was with the army and they were stationed in Romania for a year. It was a horrible time in Romania, riots beyond belief, hostile confrontations with neighboring countries occasionally. It was crazy, and the Romanian government needed help. Long story short my mom became Serephina Lockhart and had Oliver and Olivia four years later when she was 21 yrs old. (yes she was 17 when they met.) And then Dawn (me) and Dakota two years after that.
Everything we have is on a truck on it's way to our new house. We have A LOT of suitcases filled completely with stuff we need as soon as we get because we're going to get there in the morning and the the truck arrive a day or two later. Today is Tuesday, we get into tomorrow, so that gives us sometime to look around we start school on Monday.
I'll miss New York, but I'm curious to see what happens in LA.