Two of a Kind

Old Habits Die Hard

Firstly, I'd like to say that I know this chapter is short, but I wanted to give you guys something as soon as I had power and a steady cellphone signal.

As some of you may know, Puerto Rico  has been hit with a category five hurricane named Maria. This hadn't happened in almost a century and the results have been catastrophic. There's no power and no water, there's even more poverty now, head lice, skin rashes and pink eye have infested the shelters. Some places are in worse shape than others.

I am okay. I have power and water. However I worry for my people who don't. This has been one of the hardest periods, not only in our history, but also in our lives. No one in my generation or the ones before us, had seen a monster hurricane like this one.

For me, I ask for patience. Nothing more. But for my people, I ask for education. For those of you who don't know, research. For those of you who can donate, donate. We have a strong community here, we will rise.

As for the story, the little diddy you came for, I will continue updating as long as I can. I love you guys and thank you for the support.

-Cassandra

Emma's POV

"We humans are so interesting." I said, taking a sip of my blueberry slushy.

"Oh okay, Ryuk. Where the hell is this coming from?" Tessa said, in her usual irritating tone.

"Who's Ryuk?" I asked, since I normally had no idea what this girl was yapping about.

"It's from-you know what? Never mind. So, where did that come from?" she asked, sitting closer to me, with her now usual dead expression.

"Since when do you care? You haven't even bothered to pick up my calls lately." She's been ignoring me ever since Xiomara came back. Every time with less efforts to keep me in the dark about it.

"Oh, come on, Emma." She started with her goddamn whine.

"Don't even fucking start." I said, getting a shocked face in return.

"Woah." She said, backing up. "I'm not your lap dog. You can't just whistle and I'll come. I'm a goddamn person, Emma. A person who's tired of you!" she said, looking at me as if I had done something horrible to her. Just now.

"Are you kidding me? Now you're tired? Not after the years of bullshit or humiliation? Or after I fucked your boyfriend? No, it's now, that Xiomara's back when you realize you're tired." I said, rolling my eyes at this pathetic bitch standing in front of me.

"What the fuck did you just say?" she said, being serious.

"Tessa, you're truly always going to be pathetic." I said turning around, giving my, apparently, worthy opponent my back. Always one step behind, I heard my mother's words in my ear right before hitting the ground.

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"You really know how to pick your company, huh?" I heard mother's faint voice. "You really don't even have selective skills. Have I taught you nothing? You don't mess with superiors or their followers, they will retaliate and you'll lose."

Always superior than me. Always one step ahead of me. Always one level above me. Even my mother considered her a superior. She got the chance to do everything I wanted to do, she danced, she got pretty, she got good grades, she had the best house, the best car, the best clothes. She has everything I ever wanted. That includes a dead mother. I guess I'll have to sit back and wait for a moment to take it all away.

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Xiomara's POV

The day I dreaded came again, just in time for Aunt Mary's arrival. Visiting day.