"Identical. Exept she acts nothing like me, she wears all those skirts and makeup. She looks like me but her hair is shorter. And she's taller," I said picturing her in my head, "My mom always gets us confused."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"Wanna meet her?" I asked taking out my phone and texting her-
Hey comehere, I have someone I want you to meet.
Kk be there in a sec
She can transport herself, it's pretty cool. The doors to the bar open, and a girl with a skirt, sunglasses and a pink top walks in, and she looks exactly like me.
"Rayah!" She walked over to me and smiled.
"Hey Katie."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Katie hugs me and I push her away. "No." She takes off her sunglasses and Her eyes were green like mine. "Mitch, Jace, this is Katie...My sister." I said standing beside her, although she is much taller then me because she has high heels on. She waves at both of them and then whispers something to me. It really got me pissed. I punched her and put her in an arm lock. "No. I did not," I said smiling, then I let go of her and she fell to the floor, looking at me like 'Back off'. I smiled and grinned at her. "Yeah you are such a Priss." I said laughing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Katie smiles back and looks back over to me. "Rayah, theres a beauty pagent tommarow, you going?" She asked. I laughed my ass off, "Katie you should know by now that I hate makeup, and that I don't dress up in little skirts and dresses. So no, I'm not going." I said laughing.
She looked at me angrily, "Well I am." She said crossing her arms. "And why should I care?" I asked taking a drink.
She looked at my drink, "Are-Are you drinking?" She asked shocked. I nodded and downed the rest of it. "Mom'a gonna kill you."
I shrugged, "I really don't care." I said smiling.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Katie took out her phone, "I gotta go." She said looking at her phone. "See ya later sis." She said waving to us. I smiled and watched her walk out still on her phone. "Yep, so that's her." I said laughing. "She's little miss 'good grades' and 'Beauty Pageant.'"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!