I see her

Jenniger DiMarina has since she was a child been convinced that Christy was her twin sister. But the thing is... Nobody else can see Christy.


1. I see her

"Jen! Get down here!" Mom yells from the kitchen.

I sighed and looked at Christy. "Sorry, gotta go.."

"But what about me?" She sakd and lowered her head.

"You can come with me?"

"No, it's fine..." She said faking a smile.

"Fine," I said as I walked out of our room.

Mom was waiting for me down stairs.

"I was playing with Christy! Why did you interrupt?" I asked bitterly.

Mom rolled her eyes. "It's dinner. I've been yelling at you for fifteen minutes."

"Oh, okay. I'll go get Christy," I said about to walk up again.

"She already ate," mom said.

"No, she's been with me the whole day," I said raising an eyebrow.

"Just come sit with us, I'll get her," mom whispered.

"Okay," I said as I walked slowly to the table.

I sat down next to dad.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Oh, I've just been with Christy," I replied.

"Yeah," dad sighed.

"I had the day of my life!" My brother Kyle smiled.


"I met an awesome girl!" He said.

I rolled my eyes. "You said that to days ago..."

"Neh...she turned out to be weird," he said.

"Like all of the other ones," I whispered to myself.

Kyle was a jerk. He found a girlfriend, slept with her, and dumped her. Then he found a new one. Poor girls... It's so mean. Girl are being treated bad. Christy taught me that. Girls have just as much right as boys. We're worth the same. Well, it's not like every boy is like Kyle. Kyle's a player. But some boys may actually be sweet. I think.

Mom sat down next to Kyle. "I wanna meet her."

Kyle let go of his knife sl that it fell down at the table. "What?"

"I wanna meet your 'awesome girl'," mom said.


"Come on! We girls need to hang out! And I haven't met any of your girlfriends. And you've had a lot of girlfriends. Wich I don't like. Because they're gone after two or three days," mom said.

"I was just kidding... I didn't meet a girl," he said and gave mom a fakesmile.

"Thank god. I'm sick it."

"Guess what Christy and I are making?" I said smiling.

"A baby. Oh, wait. You can't," Kyle smirked.

"I'm not lesbian, Kyle! How many times do I need to explain that to you?!" I yelled.

"You never hang out with boys," he said still smirking.

"Well, guys disgust me," I said.

Dad wrapped his arm around my shoulder and gave me a hug. "And you're not allowed to have a biyfriend."

"Yet," mom said.

"Ever," dad said.

"Oh, Fred! Don't you remember when we were young? When we first met? We were younger than Jennifer! And we-"

"I'm not hungry," I said getting ip from my chair. "And kf anyone was wondering: Christy and I are making a musicvideo."

Dad grabbed my arm. "We need to talk."

"I'm not dating anyone! Boys disgust me. You aleady know," I smiled.

"It's about Christy," he said seriously.

"What about her?" I smiled.

"It's very hard for me to say this but... I think you're imagining Christy," he said.

I looked at dad in disgust as a tear fell down my cheek. "How can you say that? She's your own daugther!"


"Oh, don't you 'Jenny' me! You're all acting like she doesn't excist! That is so rude!" I yelled running up to my room.

"What's that yelling about?" Christy asked.

I looked up at Christy with tears in my eyes. "They tried to tell me again that you're not real!"

I cried.

"It's fine. Maybe people like you are the only one that can see me?" She smiled.

"I wonder..."

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