I sat in the window seat, next to my twin sister, Cassandra. She was sitting there peacefully, listening to her iPod, apparently to "Wannabe" by the spice girls, judging by the scratch rendition she was giving.
"Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want!"
Around that time, I put on my own iPod and listened to Me and U by Cassie, and eventually drifted off.
When I woke up, captain Kevin was just finishing telling everyone we were going into some dire weather, and if we could please fasten our seatbelts. As I groggily fumbled for the buckle, I hit my head on the side of the seat.
"OW!!!!" I yelped. My parents spun around to look at me through the crack in the seats.
"Sweetie, are you okay??" My mom asked me, a concerned look on her face.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine mom, honestly!" My mom didn't look convinced, neither did my dad, but they turned back around anyway.
"Phew!" I exhaled, and then rubbed my head, because that really did hurt. Then I looked over at Cassie, who was just staring at me. As soon as I started to say something, she chuckled and looked away. I wonder what was so funny.
WHAM! Owie, turbulence! As we hit another bump, my stomach lurched and I groaned.
"What, Lexi, Your wittle tummy-wummy can't take it?" She smiled so sweetly I got a sugar rush. I held my head in my hands and turned around to look at my parents.
"Couldn't you have had another kid?" I asked, somewhat annoyingly.
My parents had the WEIRDEST reaction! Mom turned opened her mouth to say something, then turned away, on the verge of tears, and Dad turned bright red, gave me a look that said "How could you, Alessandra, How could you?" and then turned to comfort my mom.
"What's with them? We make fun of each other all the time! I mean, it didn't even bother them when I called you ugly once!" I said to Cassandra, even though when I call her ugly, I diss myself. But we're not, really. Ugly, I mean. We have borderline black hair (natural) with honey highlights (not natural!), with round, bambi-esque dark brown eyes that tend to sparkle when we're happy (which is why it's hard for us to hide our emotions most of the time), a mouth with full pink lips and perfect teeth (that's natural too, btw), plus, a whole buncha beauty marks. Plus my sister and I were blessed with C 36's at the age of 14. Most girls back in Manhattan only had, like, triple A's still.
Cassandra just shrugged.
"Big help, my love, big help." We both rolled our eyes at precisely the same time. I then put my iPod back on and put on "Burnin' Up" By the Jonas Brothers.
"I'm slipping into the lava and I'm trying to keep from going under baby you turn the temperature hotter 'cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up for you, baby!"
Remember earlier, when I said how Cass was giving out that "Scratch Rendition" of Wannabe? Yeah, well, I lied. We were actually blessed with gorgeous voices, along with boobs. Lucky, right?