Fifteen minutes later, Brian had pulled up to the gates of Ashford Academy.

"Bye, Brian," Chantel said, slipping her silver shades on her face before stepping out of Brian's car.

"Love you, hun," I told him, slipping out and putting on my sunglasses as well. "See you later."

"Yeah, yeah," Brian responded. "Whatever." And with that he sped away.

"C'mon," I told Chantel, slinging my book bag over my shoulder.

We decided to sit on one of the benches under thehuge trees on the stretch of lawn beside the school building. Chantel took out a novel she had bought last week and began reading. I took out my phone, plugged in my earphones and began watching 'Young Justice'. A few minutes later, a shadow fell over me. I glanced up and saw a pretty red-haired girl standing infront of my sister and I. she wore a pair of red shades so I could not see her eyes. She smiled uncertainly and I removed my earphones.

"Can I sit here?" she asked nervously. She was obviously new. I raised an eyebrow. Why was she asking us if she could sit? It's not like we owned the school. I mean, people always told us that we have 'the look'. You know, 'the look'. The one that could make anything look good-even uniforms. That 'look' always had people asking why we didn't sit at the popular table. Little Red infront of us also had that look.

"Last time I checked it was a free country," Chantel said.

Red tilted her head a bit, seemingly wondering if my sister was joking. She got her answer when Chantel went right back to reading her book and I resumed watching my cartoon. She sat beside me uncertainly. She turned towards me as if she wanted to say something, then turned away. She turned towards me again, and then turned away. She turned towards me again. I sighed and paused my cartoon. I turned to her.

"Something you wanna say?' I asked her. I felt Chantel turn behind me

Little Red took a deep breath. "Aren't you a part of the popular group," she asked, putting air quotes around popular.

Chantel and I guffawed.

"I'm sorry. What?" I asked

"We wouldn't be caught dead with those stuck up, D-class, Barbie princess wanna-bes," Chantel sai scornfully. Little Red chuckled at tha, then the bell rang.

Chantel and I stood, slinging our bags over our shoulder.

"C'mon," I told Little Red. "We'll take you to the Admin."

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After dropping Little Red at the Administrative Office, my sister and I went to Home Room. Our teacher was Ms. Baker. As she was taking the register, there was a knock at the door. It opened to show Little Red standing there with three other new kids, also wearing sunglasses. Ms. Baker looked up.

"I'm assuming you are the new additions to my class?" she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," Little Red responded.

"Come inside then," Ms. Baker said. "Introduce yourselves please."

The four of them waltzed inside. They all had the look.

Little Red introduced herself first. "Hi, I'm Skylar Mitchel," she said with a little wave. The other girl standing next to Little Red went next. Her name was Kaitlyn Harris. She had long blond hair and wore a pair of midnight purple sunglasses.. Next was Kyle hariss. He had blond hair like his sister's and wore midnight black shades. Lastly, was Jake Langston. He had brown hair and wore black shades.

After the introductions, the new kids took seats in various parts of the classroom. Skylar sat infront of me. Kaitlyn took a seat at the back of the classroon, looking extremely bored. Kyle sat in the front row and Jake sat two seats to Kyle's left.

"I'm sure," Ms. Baker said, "that you have been made aware of the 'no shades in class rule'."

I heard Chantel sigh and could literally see her rolling her eyes. I saw Skylar, Kaitlyn, kyle and Jake all remove their sunglasses.

"Chanel? Chantel? Are you waiting for an express invitation?" Ms. Baker asked.

The entire class turned as one body to stare at my sister and I. We simultaneously removed our sunglasses and placed them on our heads.

"Happy?" my twin and I asked.

I saw Skylar's blue eyes go wide in shock as she mouthed the words 'silver and gold'. I wrote it off as nothing. It was a typical reaction to the silver and gold eyes.

"Very," Ms. Baker replied snidely.

For the rest of Home Room, Skylar kept sneaking glances at my sister and I. We pretended not to notice. We were used to it.