Soon after the mirror cracked, it shattered. Was it trying to tell me I'm ugly? Was it a prank?

Now there's glass all over the floor. And there's a girl in the mirror. She looks nothing like me, so I know it's not my reflection. She's SO not like me, wearing a leather jacket, black skinny jeans and combat boots. She now steps out of the mirror. Who IS she? And WHY did she just step out of my mirror?

She now removes the leather jacket to reveal a Jack Daniels shirt. Jack Daniels? Why Jack Daniels?

"Who ARE you?" I managed to ask.

"Your worst nightmare." She said sarcastically.

"I'm being serious!" I snapped.

"Calm yourself!" The girl shot back. "I'm Paris, Paris Prestine."

Prestine? She canNOT be related to me!

"And I'm guessing your London?" She, Paris, suddenly said.

"How did you know?" I asked, shocked.

"Honey, we look the same, you know what that means? I'm your twin sister!"

No she's not.

"Yes I am!" She said, like she read my mind.

"Where are you from?" I asked.

"Hell," She replied.

"Haha, very funny." I said sternly.

"I don't know where I'm from, wherever your from I guess." She said. "Do ya have any food in this joint?"

I pointed to the kitchen. "In the cupboards above the stove and counter."

She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a granola bar.

"So, will you please tell me how you know we're related?" I asked.

"Well, whenever an only child looks in that now-broken mirror, they get a twin. A twin that's exactly opposite of them. So, you're a good girl, so that makes me your evil twin!" Paris explained like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"That doesn't make sense!" I shouted.

"Girl, you need some therapy." She stated.

"Well, when are you going home? Cuz I would like to go to bed!" I snapped.

I do NOT like this girl!

"At 9 pm? What the hell is wrong with you?" Paris said. "We HAVE to go out and party!"

"Excuse me?" I snapped. "I DO NOT party on Fridays! Or any other day for that matter! I have a curfew ya know!"

"You set a curfew for yourself?" Paris asked.

"No, my mom-I mean our mom-and dad did!" I shot back.

"Your 18 and you live alone. They can't tell you what to do anymore!" Paris just would not let this go!

"I have to go to the bathroom." I said as I walked to the bathroom.

~Paris' P.O.V~

"Okay." I said. As soon as the bathroom door shut, there was a knock at the door. I got up and answered.

"London, when did you dye your hair? And start dressing like that?" A blonde haired dude asked me. "And when did you grow like 5 inches?"

"I'm not London." I said as soon as the real London ran up to the door.

"Luke? What are you doing here?" London asked.

I cleared my throat. London gave me the one minute sign.

"Well, I came over to try to talk you into coming over to Ash's, but I guess you already have plans." The blonde boy, Luke, said glaring at me.

"Come in, I have some explaining to do." London said as we stepped back to allow Luke to come in.

London closed the door as me and Luke sat down on opposite ends of the room.

"So, first, let me introduce you two. Luke, this is Paris, my twin sister."

"You didn't tell me you have a twin sister!" He snapped.

"I will explain." London said back. "And Paris, this is my boyfriend, Luke."

"Nice to meet you, Luke." I said. See? I can be nice.

He groaned.

"Now, for the explaining." London said. She told him the entire story, when I came out of the mirror and all that shit.

"So, she came out of the mirror I gave you?" He asked.

"Yep." I said.

"Okay then." He said, clearly confused.

"Well, how about we go party!" I shouted.

"YEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Notes

Okay! Sorry if I ended the chapter bad, I was finishing it at the annoyance of my neighbor. Oh well, I hope you enjoyed!

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