by: because why not
Amaya had always been an exact replica of her twin Ariana.
but never the other way around. No, Amaya was like Ariana's shadow.
Wherever she went Amaya would go too, so when Ariana was 6 and decided to go to voice practice Amaya went right along with her.
Amaya was Ariana's mirror image. Her shadow. Her C
Amaya was Ariana's mirror image. Her shadow. Her CO
Amaya was Ariana's mirror image. Her shadow. Her COP
Amaya was Ariana's mirror image. Her shadow. Her COPY
Throughout elementary and middle school Ariana and Amaya were always the same.
same hair, same clothes,same personality, same smile, and even same laugh. They were the same person, and people could never tell them apart.
And everything was fine...
until high school. This is where the fighting began.
They started out as small fights that didn't last long and that were quickly made up within a few hours.
But then the fights started getting longer...
days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months,
but the worst fight they ever had was on the last day of high school.
Ariana is usually the one who does all of the yelling, but this time Amaya was shouting.
"YOU KNOW WHAT I WISH YOU WERE NEVER MY SISTER, I. HATE. YOU!" Amaya yelled and ran off.
It was the end of the day and Amaya had already packed for her trip to France, so all she had to do was grab her bag and leave, and that she did.
7 years later
The sister had not talked in seven years. After her trip Amaya had gone straight to college in another state and hadn't looked back.
She is now a lawyer and has a wonderful family and two children.
On the other hand, Ariana became a doctor and lives alone in a cozy apartment and is content.
When the sisters separated, even if they don't like it, it was best for both of them. Amaya could come out of her shell and be her own person,
and Ariana can go and do whatever she wants and be an individual.
Though the sister miss each other it may be a few years before they see each other again.
Whenever Amaya thinks about her sister she still hears a voice in the back of her head whispering,
"Copy, copy, copy, copy..."