“Naomi, Monica is on the phone for you,”’ Cheryl called upstairs and waited got her twin to reply back. Running down, an identical girl swiped the receiver from her sister’s hand. Rolling her hazel eyes Cheryl continued back to the living room, annoyed when Naomi would not say thanks for the simple things she did for her. “Hey, what’s up girl?” She heard a more feminine flavored double of her own voice say. Paying the call no more mind, Cheryl turned a corner and was faced with the mirror behind the couch and was faced seeing the similars between herself and her sister as well as the major differences.
Despite being twins, sharing in the same light brown creamy skin and hazel eyes, they were a perfect example of how clothing and style can make you forget even the subtlest of matching features. Naomi used makeup and blush that drew more attention to her freckles in contrast to her sister. She always had something hanging off of her to the point where if you passed her by, you can hear the sound of jiggling on her. Ear rings, bracelets, a simple side-tail hairdo; the list goes on.
Her sister Cheryl was a few steps back from the glamour and plastic Hollywood life of her twin. Not one to accessorize much, she kept it simple and comfortable instead of trendy and fashionable.
Instead of averting her eyes or getting distracted by her phone, Cheryl held a conversation. She wouldn't take her eyes off of someone until they were both finished. While Naomi basks in the limelight of a hundred acquaintances, Cheryl was down-to-Earth with a handful of friends."
Sighing Cheryl flopped back onto the couch and channel surfed, trying to put on a movie to fill her weekend afternoon. Landing in the middle of Alien, the young woman propped herself up, absorbing the scene of the three space trucker sneaking in a fog filled room. Hearing steps, Cheryl looked up and saw her sister putting on a pullover.
“Heading to Moni’s?” She asked already knowing the answer. “Yeah said a house by her’s almost burnt down.” Naomi said, going into a weird description of the scene that her friend saw. “Broken toys everywhere, nails sticking out the front of the house. The living room window even got blown out with an explosion that woke up half the block.”
Feeling chills from a visual that she imagined in her head, the tomboy shook her head. “Yikes, sounds like a war zone,” Cheryl exclaimed. “But why are we just hearing about it?” She thought out loud. “Don’t know, but I going over to see how she is holding up, sounded like it gave her a scare,” Naomi explained, “want to come with?”…   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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