We Were Fated To Pretend.}Michelle

[Amy Griffiths]

This is our decision to live fast and die young.
We've got the vision, now let's have some fun.

Amy and her sister had always been close, but there was one thing she hated about her sister, Her wild partying and just generally being a slut. Amy hated thinking about her sister like that, but it was how she was, and she'd been that way for a while now. Amy wasn't exactly a goody-two-shoes, but she just hadn't really been wild or anything like that. She was quiet and liked to keep herself to herself, except when she was acting. That was one thing strange about Amy, she was not very confidant in person but as soon as she hit the stage she was a different person. She loved acting, it had always been her dream since she was tiny and she was grateful for her parents trying everything they could to make this happen for Amy and Michelle.

Amy and Michelle shared a three bedroomed house. It was nice enough and it was affordable. Amy awoke about eleven o'clock, she got up and had a shower, she tied her hair in a bobble and put on some shorts and a tank top. She walked out her bedroom and down the stairs, her sister wasn't up yet, what a surprise. Amy sighed and walked into the kitchen, Amy loved to cook and she was quite nifty at it too. she put two slices of toast in the toaster and made a cup of coffee. She sat down at the breakfast table and ate her food, she picked up the remote and turned on the TV. As usual nothing was on, she left it on a music channel whilst she washed up.

Amy had a really sore headache and just wanted to relax, but she had things to do today, like shopping...etc. She decided to leave it until later, she wandered on into the living room, it had a few sofas and a plasma TV. Amy lay on the sofa. She closed her eyes briefly, she wasn't quite awake yet. Again she turned the TV on, she turned it to the movie channels and put on Super bad, it was one of her favorite films and she defiantly needed a giggle.

(Sorry its pathetic.)

[michelle griffiths,]

michelle had been out late last night, partying at the downtown strip of clubs that was becoming more and more of a second home to her lately. well, she didnt quite go there that much, but definatly more than she probably should for being merely nineteen. groaning slightly, she rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a soft thud. this was her new meathod of waking up, if it wasnt for this she'd sleep the day away easily. going into the shower, she took a quick one, mostly just to wake her up, and then put on her makeup in her daily routine. michelle guess her sister would be awake, she was always up before her.

listening hard, she heard the TV going which meant she was, because there was no TV on when michelle had come home around three in the morning last night. after she was dressed in purple skinny jeans, a white top that said 'HEARTBREAKER' in black writing, and some random bracelets, michelle went out to find her sister. "hey, food?" she asked, hoping there was maybe some made for her. otherwise she could just whip up a bowl of cereal or something of the sort, but sometimes amy made food for the two of them so michelle always asked.

the two girls were pretty close, if you asked either of them you'd get that response. and you'd hope so, it was kind of weird for two super identicle twins to not be best friends, am i right? the only thing different about them was michelle had dark brown hair, and amy had blonde. it had been like this for awhile, ever since they got old enough to dye their hair and were sick of being mistaken of the other. it was a good way to show the difference too. nobody could be like, "which one are you again?" because all they really had to do was see their hair. and they had enough of it, so only dumbasses couldnt tell them apart now.

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