Inseparable

• Chapter 1 •

Faith

"Ugh, none of this is fitting!" I say exasperatedly, looking into the mirror. The ten extra pounds I had gained this summer were definitely not flattering.

"Oh shut up you look fine!" Hope disagrees, putting the final touches on her makeup. I look enviously at her flat stomach, wishing I hadn't eaten all that extra junk food this summer.

I sigh, I guess my outfit will have to do. I give myself a quick once over, adjusting my perfectly straightened hair. I was hoping that it would have grown more over the summer, but I guess I can't have everything.

I hurry down the stairs, not wanting to be late for my first day of a new school. To be honest, I'm really nervous. Not many of my friends are going to my new high school, and I'm lucky enough to have Hope to be there with me.

I look at my twin, casually eating her breakfast. We are so different, but so alike. With her naturally slim body, dark chestnut hair, and bright blue eyes, she's a natural beauty. Then there's me, with wider hips, dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes. We look so different, but think almost exactly the same. We often even say the same things, it's uncanny. I guess that's what happens when you spend fourteen years with someone. We're best friends, inseparable. At least, until now. We were always were so close during elementary and middle school, but I'll never reveal my fear to her about her finding new friends, especially when we are going to a new school. Before we just hung out with the same people, but now with a new school... Who knows where she will go or who she will meet

"Take a picture it will last longer." My twin sarcastically comments. I shake my head, not realizing that I had drifted off in my thoughts, one of the most dangerous places to be.

"Oh shush." I say with a shake of my head and a smile.

"C'mon Faith, relax. It's just a new school school." Hope says cooly. I know for a fact though, that she was panicking as much as I was under that cool demeanour.

"Meow." I look down to see my huge kitty, Jasper running against my leg, begging for food. I can see Jewels, Hope's cat, sitting in the corner, waiting patiently.

"Hope feed that cats." I sigh, grabbing a bagel from the freezer and popping it quickly in the microwave.

"You do it lazy." She refuses, eyes glued to her iPhone.

"But I'm getting my breakfast." I complain, pulling my bagel out of the microwave and quickly putting it in the toaster.

"And I'm eating my breakfast." She snarkily replies, shovelling a huge spoonful of Cheerios in her mouth as if to prove her point, still not removing her eyes from the screen. What's she looking at that's so captivating? I'm tempted to ask the question, but I already know her reply:

'Nothing, just feed the cats stalker.'

Somehow I'm always the one feeding the cats. Luckily my mom always cleans the litter box, but I have a feeling that if she didn't, Hope would make me do that too.

"Lazy." I mutter under my breath, just loud enough for her to hear, but she's to engrossed in whatever is on her screen to even bother with a reply. "Come here kitties." I coo, grabbing the can, and quickly dividing their wet food on to two plates, and setting them down before the two cats mob me.

I quickly check the time and relax as I realize that we still have forty-five minutes before we have to leave for the bus. I pop my bagel out of the toaster and sit down at the table, spreading an excessive amount of butter over it before taking a big bite.

"I'm gonna go watch tv." Hope mutters before gently setting her bowl in the sink and walking slowly into the living room, still with her eyes glued to the screen of her iPod. Man that girl is obsessed.

I can hear the faint sound of the news and I immediately know that she just turned it on so that I wouldn't be suspicious of her being on her phone. If I didn't know any better I'd say she was texting a boy, but I did know better and she was probably stalking a random person on Instagram.

I sit there at the table, slowly chewing my food, not really wanting to go to school. I do pretty well academically, failing has never been an issue for me, but I'm not that good socially. I'm by a nerd, per say, but I'm not usually the most popular girl on the campus.

Hope however, is almost the opposite. She's okay with academics, I mean it's not like she's constantly working just to pass, but she is more comfortable with the social part of school. So outgoing, and she has something about her that makes everyone instantly like her. I'm not quite sure what it is.

"Faith!" Hope calls from the other room.

"What?" I call back, taking another bite out of my bagel. My phone is charging upstairs, I forgot to charge it last night.

"How much time do we have?"

"Like half an hour."

"Okay."

And just like that, the house falls into silence again. Our parents probably left for work already, so we have the house to ourselves. Our mom's a teacher, and our dad works as a photographer, both extremely busy on the first day of school.

"Someone vandalized our school." Hope calls from the living room.

"Which one? Old or new?" I ask curiously, because I honestly have no idea.

"New." Is her short, crisp reply. She never was much of a morning person, that was always me. I finish my bagel in silence, before quickly going upstairs for the final touches on my makeup and to grab my phone, seeing as we only have twenty minutes left. It's crazy how fast time flies when I'm lost in my own world of my thoughts. I check my phone, only to realize that the downstairs clock is off by fifteen minutes.

"Hope we need to leave!" I screech, rushing down the stairs, my sneakers clomping down each step.

"What? I thought you said we have half an hour!" She complains, walking into the room.

"The clock was off by fifteen minutes as that was ten minutes ago." I pant, slightly winded from my quick descent of the stairs.

"Shi-oot." She stops herself, giving me a sheepish smile as she slides in her own sneakers.

"One more second and you would have had to put money in the swear jar." I smirk, loving teasing her.

"Eh, that thing is so retired. I mean, dad swore last week and he couldn't even find the jar." Hope laughs, walking out the door.

"Why was he even looking for it?" I chuckle, already knowing the answer.

"Cause mom wanted him to set a good example." Hope scoffs, rolling her eyes. "I don't even know where that stupid jar is. It went missing after mom put it away for our birthday party a year ago, not wanting our friends to think we had a problem with swearing." She shakes her head.

We wait at the bus stop, Hope listening quietly to her headphones, and by quietly I mean blasting it so loud I can beat it, and me, wringing my hands nervously.

"Chill. Okay?" Hope finally cracks, probably finally annoyed with my constant fidgeting.

"Sorry, it's just...what do you think it will be like?" I ask with a nervous frown. I would never say anything like that to anyone but my twin. She's the only one that I let my guard down around.

"Horrible. Have you forgotten it's school?" She says sarcastically.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." I mutter. Hope is about to reply, but the bus pulls up infringement of us before she even has a chance.

We quickly climb in and I wait patiently as the bus stops at all of its designated places, picking up a group of people at each stop. Some rowdy and loud, others quiet and calm.

It takes twenty minutes, but finally we arrive at the school, my nerves running at an all-time high.

We slowly walk out of the bus, and my eyes immediately drift to the wall of the school, where there are people scrubbing, but the words are still perfectly clear.

'Welcome to Hell'