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London stated while kicking a can down the street.
    â€œMe too,” Amber agreed as the high school came in sight.
    Both girls chatted between themselves about school, homework, and other things that teenage girls talked about: boys. Although her sister was the self-proclaimed diva of Detroit’s Central High, London went through school practically unnoticed by both boys and girls alike. The only people at school who noticed Amia London Roberts were her teachers. She was the only one in class who would turn in all of her assignments on time, sometimes the only one who turned them in period. They admired her ambition. Yet, some of the least enthusiastic instructors hated the fact that London had a lot more knowledge than they possessed on most subjects and never once seemed to let them forget that fact.
    Some teachers just wanted to cash their paychecks, avoid conflict, and go home to their families. However, London was having none of that. She had a thirst for knowledge and made all her teachers earn their salary, each and every penny. Gran used to joke that London had been here before, and many she’d encounter believed her grandmother’s assessment to be true.
    As London and Amber entered through the doors of school, they went their separate ways. London went in and out the crowds with ease. She didn’t want to bump into anyone or call attention to herself. If she were to make eye contact with any of her sister’s sworn enemies, she would give them a faint smile and try to avoid confrontation if at all possible. Some days, of course, were better than others.
    â€œHey, twin,” Shannon hissed with a hint of nastiness she was infamously known for.
    â€œHello, Shannon,” replied London nonchalantly, trying not to look up. She knew both Kenya and Shannon equally hated each other and that made Shannon in turn hate London because she looked exactly like her sister. All this crap probably over some stupid boy, thought London. “Why are females so one-dimensional? They need to elevate their brains,” she mumbled underneath her breath.
    â€œExcuse me, but did you say something over there you want to repeat, Ms. Thang?” growled Shannon as she bucked her eyes out wanting trouble.
    Having more self-control than her sister, London shook her head and walked away, not once looking back. She heard Shannon and her girls still laughing as she made her way down the hall but she didn’t care. London scurried up the hallway quickly before the last bell rang, not wanting to be late. As she passed by one of the classrooms, she saw the most popular girl in the entire school surrounded by a flock of boys. She waved at her sister, Kenya, who waved back. London had to get to class. The bell was ringing.

Chapter Three
Bitch, Please!
    After three grueling years of high school passed, it was the last week of the term. The twins had made it and were going to finally be seniors next semester. The only thing left before vacation was final exams. Kenya acted as if passing them would be a total breeze. Concentrating on tests wasn’t easy for Kenya. The popular teen knew that she needed to study but would still sneak out of the house almost every night doing God knows what with God knows who. London, on the other hand, would study constantly, keeping her head buried in the books. Although they were both smart girls when it came down to it, unfortunately only London would apply herself.
    Gran often worried about both her granddaughters’ well-being. However, there was only so much she could do or say to point them in the right direction. At some point it would be up to the sisters themselves to make the right decisions and choices in general. The flow of life was starting to take its toll on Gran; she was getting old. In between the grief of losing both of her own children and trying her best to raise two now-teenage girls, she was rapidly losing speed.
    The last bell rang and it was thankfully over.