"Isabel Evans!"

I looked up to see that horrible substitute glaring at me. Good grief, we ended up with Ms Lawson. Why couldn't we have gotten that hotty Mr. Davies instead? We had him for Geometry.

"Yes, Ms?"

What�s the point of being a Ms? I mean, Miss is okay. Mrs. is okay. And besides, you only have to look at the hag to realize that there is no possible way she's ever going to get married.

"Are you paying attention, Miss Evans?"

"Of course I'm paying attention. The life of Shakespeare is so fascinating," I muttered under my breath. My twin sister, Lonnie, grinned.

"What was that, Miss Evans?"

"I am paying attention, Ms."

"Then explain to me what a 'wooden O' is," said Ms Lawson triumphantly.

"It�s, uh, used in one of Shakespeare�s plays," Lonnie piped up. "Ya know, "As You Like It"?"

Ms Lawson shot Lonnie a look.

"That is correct, Lucinda. But, however, I was asking your sister."

RIIIIINNNNNNGG!

"Saved by the bell," I muttered to Lonnie as we packed up our books. Lonnie adjusted her leather shirt, and twisted her nose piercing around a bit.

"How can you stand having holes in your body?" I asked. "I mean, I have a hole in each ear. That�s it. And even when I got those done, I threw up afterwards."

"Yah, I remember," Lonnie laughed. "All over my new boots."

I raised an eyebrow. "It's still a secret, understand?"

She laughed. "Of course. The world shall never know that Isabel Evans the Supermodel is really a big wuss when it comes to piercings."

Lonnie sure wasn't. Eyebrow, nose, ears, navel, and some I didn't particularly want to think about.

Mom and Dad humor Lonnie. It's her way of making us different from each other. Being identical twins, we used to get mixed up. Now, I wear my hair long, Lonnie�s is short. I'm captain of the cheerleading squad, Lonnie is in a punk gang. I'm currently single, Lonnie is dating Alex Whitman.

Problem is, I'm sort of in love with my twins boyfriend.

My life seriously bites.

[ Part 2 ]
[ Seeing Double ]