"No, you're not a loser, you and Frankie are the best siblings that I could ask for, I can't, I just can't." She cried.
"Yes you can, you're Ariana Grande. Everyone loves you."
Same style, same hair, same intrerests,same talents, Emma is 18 and does...
I woke up and smiled because today I'm going to Disneyland.
I started to get ready and got out my camera.
"Hey guys just woke up, and I'm going to get my self ready for the day after I take a shower!" I cut the camera and had a quick shower, I got dressed into the clothes.
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It's funny because I look like Ariana Grande.
And I can hit whistle notes but I sing differently.
I took a photo and posted it quickly.
I turned my camera back on and then said.
"Okay this is how I do my makeup."
I quickly did a makeup routine.
"Bye guys!"
I ended the video and edited it, I posted it and then had some breakfast.
"Hi Mona and dad."
"Sweetie, you got to start calling her mom." He whispered.
"She's not my mom." I whispered back.
"Shhhh." She said.
I rolled my eyes and waited to go to the resort in florida.
When we went I started to vlog.
"Hey guys it's Em-"
I tripped over and look over to see Ariana Grande.
"Sorry." Her angelic voice said.
"It's okay." I said.
Her mom was panicking and so was dad.
"You look familiar to me, do I know you? You look so much like me!" She said.
"Uhmm I love your music." I said.
"Guys it's Ariana Grande." I said to the camera.
"Hi!!!" She giggled.
"I'm Emma Butera." I said.
"That sounds so familiar." She spoke, looking at me intensively.
"This is the woman that your dad remarried." Ariana's mom, Joan, stepped forward.
"Dad?" She questioned, looking at my dad then looking at me.
I ended the video and asked.
"How old are you?"
"18" She said.
"I'm 18 too!" I screamed.
"Birthday?" She asked.
"26 of June." I replied.
"Time?" I asked.
"12:34." She said.
"12:35." I replied.
Ariana Grande could be my twin, I'm screaming inside!!
"Hospital?" I asked.
"St Judes." She replied.
"St Judes." I said.
"Year?" She asked.
"1993." I replied.
"Me too." She said.
"Holy shit! We're twins!" She screamed.
I looked to my dad as she looked to her mom.
"Joan, we had an agreement." My dad stepped forward as my mouth dropped in awe.
