"How was school?" Mom asked looking at both of us but her eyes lingered on Isabel for longer.

I continued eating my food as Isabel glanced at me with a small smile for
our parents but I could see behind it, she may be smiling but that glare was directed at me.

"It was great" Isabelle smiled at mom.

Mom nodded. "That's good"

I urged myself not to roll my eyes. This is how dinner conversations normally go: mom will ask a question, Isabel would answer for the both of us and conversation ended, never my opinion. But I had to agree, school was pretty great. Just seeing Isabel shocked and angry at me was victory.

"So how was work?" Isabel asked but only looked at mom.

She's only doing that to mom as she knows mom will rub it in my face.

"It was ok, we didn't have much customers but that's normal" she answered.

"Sweetie your a bit quiet today" mom stated looking directly at me.

I tried not to roll my eyes. Well no shit, because Isabel would just talk on behalf of me and the conversation would end before I could even reply.

I faked a smile at mom before looking at dad. "How was work dad?"

The edge of dad's lip lifted at this as he tried not to laugh. It's not my fault my mom's and my relationship is toxic. She ruined it when she kept reminding me everyday to do better and basically that I'm a failure.

"It was great, I took out some of our customers for lunch and we went to that sophisticated Italian restaurant.." he started as he tried remembering the name.

"Is that the place grandma had her 60th birthday?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah that one"

Mom and Isabel both studied us. Mom with a slight glare at me and Isabel glaring at me for even speaking. See what I mean? Just a little bit of spotlight and it's back to my grave.

We all went silent. Nothing but the sounds of cutlery hitting the plates.

"Guess what" Isabel stated proudly in her I'm-amazing-I-deserve-a-trophy tone.

Mom and dad waited for her reply.

"I'm running for school captain and people are saying that I'm in the lead by far" her voice oozing with confidence.

"And people say Donald Trump is an idiot and he's going to be booted off, but he's still President" I fired back at her.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "And what have you ever achieved?"

"Surviving high school for this long without having the urge to leave" I stated just as proudly.

Mom gave me a pointed look as Isabel stared me down.

They really should though because it's a huge achievement. Just coming to school five times a week for six hours and surviving is astonishing.

Isabel stood up and faked being upset. I can see that but mom can't which is exactly what she wants. "I know that you suck at everything but you don't need to ruin my moments" she spoke strongly as she stormed off.

My eyes followed her as I raised a brow and shook my head. "You forgot to eat your potatoes" I stated as I stabbed a fork in my meat.

Mum nudged dad rather hard as he snapped up at this. I could tell they were having an argument, just without using verbal words.

Dad sighed. "Maybe you should go and apologise?" He gave me a hopeful look.

I gave him a really look but his stance remained the same.

"Charlotte go and apologise" mom said sternly.

I tried to argue my way out of it. Why should I apologise? She was rubbing it in my face about stupid school captain and then she insulted. Sure mom think about what I said to her but not what she said to me. I suck at everything apparently. She doesn't deserve an apology.

I got up and walked through the hallway, just before I reached it I turned to my right and entered my room. If I apologised I'd be lying to her face which I've been told that it's rude to lie.

I lay sprawled on my bed as I called Rachel. "What?" She asked immediately.

I frowned. "Damn someone seems angry"

I could hear panting on the other line.  "It's just this lunatic in a car drove straight past me and sprayed water all over me"

I looked outside of my window to see it was pitch black and checked the time. "Your running? Right now? At 8:30 in the night?" I asked.

"Need I remind you that running won't make you dry" I reminded her.

There was no reply instead there was a beep. She hang up on me.

Rude much?

There was suddenly tapping at my window.

I was curious as I opened up my blinds to see. Call me stupid for looking when it might be a serial killer but I was hella curious.

I instantly laughed. Rachel stood there drenched with a scowl on her face.

I instantly opened my window as she climbed in. When she was safely inside I shoved her arm.

"Ow what the hell?" She rubbed her arm in pain.

"You hung up on me" I shrugged.

"Is that how you treat a friend who ran all the way from home to come see you?" She asked.

I crossed my arms over my chest as I have her skeptical look. "Did you really come over here to see how I am?"

She smiled cheekily. "No I just came over because of your cookie stash" she said as she opened my drawer and opened my container where she took one of the cookies. She then flopped on my bed.

I wanted to shove her off for making my bed wet but for now I couldn't be bothered. I was too exhausted so I flopped on my bed next to Rachel as we both stared at the ceiling.

She munched on the cookie and sighed in relief. "Your the best cook in the world"

And then added. "Just as well as your twin"

I gave her a pointed look. Isabel can't cook to save her life. It was after a fight we had, and our parents thought it was a good idea to get us to work together because for some reason it meant we'd all be happy afterwards. Yet they didn't seem to realise that it's like putting two male tigers in a cage who would kill eachother in seconds. We couldn't say no so I took matters into my own hands. You can say I'm inconsiderate or too bossy but I didn't want her to ruin the food. It was a simple recipe, just normal brownies. I knew that Isabel was a bad cook so I let her do only two things. Crack the eggs and whisk them and keep track of the time the brownies are baking for whilst I did the rest. She failed both. Instead of putting three eggs in, she put one which meant the brownies didn't rise to what they should of. I mean how could she have gotten it wrong? It said three on the recipe yet afterwards and I quote she said, 'that three eggs was too much and will overpower the brownie taste'. Like you can't taste the eggs no matter what and I reckon she said that because she knew what she did and felt embarrassed. On top of that, she lost track of time. When I asked her how long she made it up and told me another 20 minutes. It completely burned. She then told mom that it was my fault and she wasn't in charge of the timer and that I wanted to blame her for my mistake. But mom couldn't see through that lie and took her side. She grounded me for not wanting to cooperate. Isabel didn't care though, she stood there acting innocent whilst mom punished me.

The amount of times Isabel has blamed me is unbelievable. With every chance she gets she blames me.

I get that not everyone's perfect but that doesn't mean you don't own up to anything.

"God I hate her so much" I stated drained from any emotion.

"What did she do now?"

"She's running for school captain and apparently she's gonna win" I quoted her mimicking her voice.

Rachel gave me a mischievous look. "What's the rules for actaully winning?"

"You have to arrive on the day at 8:20 otherwise you don't get to be in it" I repeated slowly  in a bored tone. The teachers had repeated that so many times at the assembly. I realised what Rachel meant.

"So don't let her arrive" Rachel said proud of herself.

"How would I do that?" I asked. "She sets her alarm at 6:30 And then-" I stopped as I realised what I should do.

I don't have her phone password to unlock her phone to turn it off but I don't need it, when I can just power it off.

On top of that I know that Isabel only answers to her phone alarm. No one can wake her up, not even mom. If someone tries waking her up, she just ignores everyone.

"No, I can't do that" I tried convincing myself. That's just too low, even for me.

She have me a look. "I know it's not on your list but look at all the crappy things she's done to you"

I thought about it.

Surely losing school captain wouldn't be that bad.

But boy was I wrong.

Heyyy,
So sorry about the really late update, I'm trying to do a good quality update rather than a rushed chapter which will be much better in the long run.
Anyway thoughts on the chapter? Do you think Isabel will react fine and rather mature to what Charlotte will do? Or will she fight back until her twin is put in her place?
Ooh and I can't believe Christmas is just around the corner!? Literally time goes by so fast; here in Australia Christmas is only 6 days away and the count down is on. Wishing you all a very early merry Christmas, and for those who don't celebrate: treat yourself to something great because everyone deserves something at the end of a long year!!
Update coming soon.
- Ashley xx