Well I was born in Reading eighteen years ago followed by my sister 12 minutes later.
People have this misguided idea that having a twin means you have a special connection, now, I'm not very reliable because I have nothing to compare it to but we are non-identical. We are no more similar than anyone else is to their brother or sister.
Anyone with a brother or sister will tell you there’s rivalry, well imagine having someone the same age as you, sharing exactly the same experiences, first day of school, birthdays….
It’s not as great as you might think.
Sure there are moments when we get on, but my sister has dyspraxia, it’s not anything serious, it’s sort of like dyslexia only it affects her memory and coordination.
She’s quiet and stays in her room most of the time, headphones blasting in her eardrums.
Sometimes I wonder how much of her personality is due to our upbringing.
But more on that later.
Anyway, we lived in Reading for a while until things got…heated.
My mum and dad split when we were three.
I am NOT blaming anything on the divorce I hate it when people do that, I was three, I hardly knew what was happening. If my issues are down to anything, it’s how they handled it all afterwards.
But like I said, more on that later.
So, here I am, eighteen and currently writing this in the sixth form computer room at my school. Most of my friends are all leaving this year but I’m staying to finish off the As I picked up this year.
I don’t get out.
I’m not allowed.
It can put a strain on my relationships sometimes, my friends don’t get to see me and my boyfriend….
Well my mum doesn’t know about him.
But there’s a very good reason for that……