Having a twin is an experience like no other. We laugh, we cry, and we tick each other off a lot. But at the end of the day we love each other. Which is all that matters.
Sarah and I are both 15. We are also fraternal twins. We are complete opposites. I enjoy waking up early and constantly staying busy. If I am being lazy I feel very unproductive. I am also a highly motivated person. Once I have a goal I will do everything in my power to achieve it. Sarah on the other hand enjoys spending her days watching Grey’s Anatomy, hanging with her boyfriend, sleeping, and playing with homemade slime. But everyone loves Sarah. Even though we have different mindsets on life, she is a great person. The good thing is we really don’t look alike. Sarah is a redhead and I am a brunette. I have also been taller all of my life. So people don’t really get us mixed up.
Sarah and I shared a bed up until the 7th grade. I used to wake up in the middle of the night, because someone was trying to push me off the bed. Or Sarah would kick me, because I was stealing all of the covers. We would talk for a while and then eventually dwindle into sleep. So the good nights far outweighed the bad. But it is still funny to this day reminiscing on nights when we would get so ticked off at each other, and end up fighting until one of us fell off the bed. We still share a room but we go to bed at different times due to different schedules. So the nightly talks don’t happen as often as they used to.
Whenever Sarah and I were younger we would fight all the time. I think it was because we spent so much time together we would get so angry. One of our most memorable fights happened two years ago. Since I love this story so much I am going to share it with you guys! Before I start I would like to point out that Sarah used to love too collect junk. Or in my eyes it looked like junk. But I guess in her eyes they were treasures. I also used to be slightly mean when I was younger but that’s besides the point. One day I was downstairs in our room cleaning. I was cleaning out Sarah’s side of the room. She had this old theme park ticket that I didn’t think she needed anymore. So I tore it up and threw it away. Sarah came down a little while later and saw it in the trash. SHE WAS FURIOUS. Sarah went to my closet and tried to tear down my clothes. I ran in front of her and grabbed a can of Lysol that was sitting on our desk. She would try to reach around me, and tear clothes down and I would threaten to spray her. It got to the point that we just attacked each other. I started spraying her with Lysol, and she started hitting me. Somehow I dropped the can of Lysol and she sprayed all my clothes with it. I grabbed her, and then she pulled me on top of her. My knee hit her inside thigh. Sarah started balling. I tried to tell her she was ok. But when that didn’t work, I just ran for it. I did not want to get in trouble. I’m pretty sure our mom ended up getting on to the both of us, and we eventually forgave each other. But moral of the story: DONT TEAR YOUR SISTERS THEME PARK TICKET!!!
I hope you enjoyed hearing our story;) There’s many more to come. Have a great day!!!