What can YOU say in six sentences?
I’m not sure which one of us is the evil twin any more. So many evil things have been done, and being an identical twin with that special twin mental connection, it could have been my sister, Faith (I’m Hope; Faith and Hope, cute, huh?) or maybe it was me, not sure now. I remember being 10 and Faith, I think, putting a layer of gravel on the sidewalk before the neighborhood kid tried his death-defying skateboard ramp leap, and, of course, ending up in the hospital with a broken arm, shattered knee and cuts & scratches too numerous to mention. Then in sixth grade, one of us put a handful of sugar cubes into the cafeteria milk container that belonged to Josh, who was diabetic (and a real smart-mouthed jerk), and he ended up nearly dying; I laughed almost until I died myself at that one. In middle school, Faith or I sent nudie shots to our principal’s cell phone and texts about how one of us enjoyed making out in his office; he ended up having a nervous breakdown before the school board could fire his gross ass. But now, I have been caught, and it is off to juvie for me, but the interesting thing about it is, the court-appointed psychiatrist has convinced me that I am an only child (isn’t life strange?).