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Here you go! Sorry it's so short 

I turned around, my knife about to sink into their flesh when I saw who it was. I was looking at what was almost a mirror image of myself. The same dark brown eyes, just one shade away from black, the same flowing, wavy dark brown hair. The same small nose, the same red lips. The only difference was the scars. I didn't have that long, jagged cut that went the full length of her cheek. She didn't have small kink in her eyebrow that I have from a fight with a sharp clawed mutant. My lips formed a name I used to say. That I always used to say, everyday. Until our brother killed her.
"Abigail..."
"Stephanie!! You survived! But how?"
"I could ask you the same question..."
I was in shock. Abigail was alive! I'm sure she was killed. I didn't see her die, but when I walked past her on my way out she was unconscious on the floor, her life bleeding out of her. I tried to wake her, but I failed and I thought she was past saving. I was obviously wrong. I told her everything that had happened to me since our family's demise, completely forgetting that Arthur, Lucas and Cassy were there. All
that mattered was that I had found my wonderful, brilliant sister. My twin sister.

 

Here's a little fact: Abigail actually is my twin sister in reality, but she was a miscarriage 

 

Oki doki. I'll try to update soon.

 

It's so hard to keep this on the first page 

 

Lol thanks 