Chapter One: The Letter
The morning light shown through the window and illuminating upon a young girl. She has porcelain skin, long red hair, beautiful green eyes, and a little bit of drool in the corner of her mouth. She slept in her cloths, just like every night. She never bothered to take them off. The girl tossed in her sleep slightly, then relaxed as she dreamt of her favorite food. Cheese. Her dream was delicious. She hugged a giant cheese wheel, and nibbled on it. Her relaxing dream was interrupted by a voice. “Tiffany… Tiffany… Wake up” Tiffany, the young girl, was woken up by the sweet voice. “Amy?” Tiffany said, rubbing her eyes. “Tiffany. Why didn’t you wake up sooner?” The alarm clock was blaring, and had been for a while. Tiffany’s eyes widened and she grasped her ears. “My ears,” she gasped, reaching for the clock with on hand. Her hand flopped around until they hit the mark. “That clock was giving me a headache.” “Yes,” Tiffany laughed. She stretched and yawned, crawling out of bed and slumped towards the bathroom. “Morning pee?” “Amy. Do you have to narrate everything?” Tiffany asked herself.
Tiffany had a complication, she had two distinct personalities. She called her other self Amy. Tiffany viewed herself in the mirror, normally you’d see an exact reflection, but Tiffany saw Amy. While Tiffany had long red hair, Amy had long blue hair. Tiffany has beautiful green eyes and Amy has gorgeous blue eyes. Amy’s skin is a tad paler and shinier, more doll like. “Tiffany. How are you this morning?” “I’m good Amy,” Tiffany moaned, talking to her reflection, “And how are you?” Tiffany’s reflection smiled. “I’m as good as you dear.” Tiffany smiled, “Yeah. I guess so.” “Tiffany! Mail!” A woman’s voice called out. “Okay, mom!” Tiffany shouted back. Tiffany rushed out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, anticipating an acceptance letter from the college she wanted to be in for so long. She’s fresh out of high school and ready for the world. Tiffany snatches the letters addressed to her, and is surprised to see Amy got a letter. “Huh? Springwells? Amy, what’s that?” Tiffany asked herself. “Morning sunshine! Who are you talking to?” her mother said with a cheerful tone.
Tiffany’s mother had semi-long blond hair and bluish-green, brown eyes. Of course, they still looked a lot alike, minus the hair color. She wondered who her daughter was talking to, since Tiffany never told anyone about Amy. Everyone just knew about the physical and mental changes when Tiffany changed personalities. She was awed and feared, but mainly Amy when she came out. “That? That’s my letter. I sent a letter for me. Maybe I’d get accepted. And you should get a letter from Srpingwells too!” Amy seemed excited, maybe she knew something Tiffany did not. Shrugging, Tiffany took the letters and ran into her room. She forgot to say hello to her mom, but she understood that Tiffany’s mind wasn’t what it was. She plopped on her bed and grinned, looking at the letter to her most desired college. “I so want to go here!” Tiffany shouted.
“You might not, considering their acceptance rate. Your poor grades. And lack of job or volunteer experience.” Amy seemed a bit cold when she said it, but she didn’t want her hopes up too high. “Says you!” Tiffany stuck her tongue out, trying to do it to Amy. Tiffany opened her letter and read it to herself. “Denied!” she gasped, starting to cry. The college that rejected her was a famous art school, she should have known she’d be denied. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” Amy teased, her voice echoing in Tiffany’s mind. She threw the reject letter on the ground. “Stupid letter!” she pouted. “Look at the other two. Maybe on of us got accepted.” Springwells was a college with a high acceptance rate. A fairly new school as well. If Tiffany was accepted, she’d have to move a fair distance.
“Maybe,” Tiffany sighed, her hopes crashed. She slowly opened her letter from it, not excited if she was accepted or not. “Come on! The anticipation is killing me!” “Shush! Woman!” Tiffany shouted. She read the letter aloud in a monotone voice, “Congratulations. You’ve been accepted.” She read it again and blinked. “What?” she gasped, “I’ve been accepted!” Tears of joy ran down her cheeks. “See. What I tell yaw!” Tiffany was so happy. She jumped out of bed and ran around the house. Her mother smiled at her enthusiasm, but inside she was crying. Crying for her ‘lost’ daughter. “Now! Read mine!” “Okay. I will silly,” Tiffany said, returning to her room. She read Amy’s letter and fell over. “Oh my. We’re both accepted?” This was a shock to them both. What would they do? Two girls, one body, wouldn’t be able to attend college, right?