To who ever is reading this this far, I'm so sorry I forgot to mention this is set in 2012. So I'm terribly sorry about that confusion if anyone is reading this and questioning what year this is, or even if this is from the book.

Charlottes POV

My eyes flew open at the brightness in my room. I rolled my eyes and pulled my pillow over my head. I contemplated on going back to sleep but then a thought occurred to me.

'I need a phone.' It was a necessity, most days there aren't any payphones and keeping it on hand in case emergency would be better than asking a neighbor to use their phone. I groaned and threw my pillow off my face. Glaring at my ceiling I hated the thought of asking Dad for money to get a phone. I sat up noticing on my clock it was nearly eight. Throwing my legs over my bed, I strip out of my white t-shirt, pull off my black pants and wander to my closet. My eyes wander over my jeans, my shirts and dresses. Finally, I pick a corset bound flowing dress, thankfully it had thick straps or I'd be told off. As I ease into the dress I notice in my mirror how I don't look as pale as I'm used to. Guess my little outing last night with Patrick helped with that, I grin at the memory of his arm wrapped around me kissing me. I pull the corset a little tighter to hold up my quickly developing chest. I look again in the mirror and brush my hair, parting it to the left side and tying it up in a high ponytail. It amazes me how long it is, almost down to my hips. I opt for putting on a little makeup, just mascara and red lip gloss. I looked pretty good, different but still me. As I opened my door, the door in front of me opened as well. My sweet twin looked at me, mouth gaping.

"Morning Charlie." I mutter. I walk down the hall and Charlie follows suite.

"Morning Char, you look…" He doesn't finish, which is fine. If I know him, he'd say I look different but great. As we walk down the stairs, I smell the eggs and bacon being cooked. It made my stomach roll. Too much grease. I didn't back down though, I needed to talk to Dad and I'd have to eat to do so. At the tables head Dad sat there, newspaper in hands, reading glasses slowly sliding down his nose. To his right was my sister, she was pushing her eggs and toast with her fork. Charlie usually sat on his left but offered the chair to me. I smiled and mouthed 'Thank you'. He smiled back briefly. My mother came out of the kitchen with a big plate of eggs and bacon. She looked at me and was startled.

"Morning Mom." I smiled a little.

"Charlotte, what did you do?" She held a hand over her chest. Dad noticed and just stared. Not glaring thankfully.

"I dyed my hair." I shrugged. It was their business but wasn't.

"It's not dangerous, is it?" Mom asked. I visibly relaxed.

"No mom, I used products that wouldn't harm my scalp and I used vegan hair dye with conditioner. It wasn't hard to do." I shrug again. Picking up a bagel that, Charlie gave me, I cut it in half and spread some cream cheese on it.

"What are you up to today Charlotte." He asked. I chew on my bagel, trying to ease my nerves before I could ask him.

"Actually, I need to ask you if I could maybe get a phone?" I manage to say it without losing my nerve. Dad looks at me, I mean really looks. I know what he was doing, making sure I wasn't lying.

"Why do you need a phone?"

"Emergencies. Payphones are becoming obsolete, and asking a neighbor could be dangerous if I don't know the person." He keeps looking at me and sighs.

"Go to the mall, take Charlie with you. May as well get you both phones on a contract. While you're there if you need extra school supplies, buy them." He smiles a little. I may not be what he wanted, but I am his little girl. I smile and eat my bagel. Charlie looks astonished.

"Dad I don't need one, I'll be with Charlotte so if anything happens she can call." I roll my eyes a little.

"Charlie, I'll be in sophomore classes this year and yes I will be there for you at lunch and after school. The rest of the time I hate to say it, you're on your own." I take a drink of orange juice and finish the last bit of the bagel. I pat his shoulder and patiently wait for him to finish his breakfast.