I flopped down on my bed. Ugh. Four days of dance practice is killer! Still, it's worth it. I looked over at my blue vanity and there, was a ebony picture frame that held a picture of my twin and I.

We never named her, because there were complications. She was so tiny... What made the picture more odd, was that we both had our eyes open. I had blue eyes, and my twin had brown eyes. My eyes were no longer blue, they were brown, and if my twin was still alive, I'd bet she'd have blue eyes.

I sighed and staired up at my ceiling. My eyes closed...

"It's another girl!" someone shouted, and I was hit with a bright light. What? What? I thought, What's happening? High pitched sounds were emitting from almost everything. I let out a wail of dissatisfaction. "A healthy baby girl!" the voice shouted at me again. What are you trying to prove by yelling? I thought to myself.

[work in progress, continue?]