Hey, I'm Violet. I'm sixteen years old. I have brown hair, and brown eyes. People say I look like my mother, but I never really met my mother. Apparently she left when I was born. Dad says she just left, no goodbye or nothing. He doesn't have any pictures of her or anything. So I don't have any memories of her.
I have a twin brother, Leo, he has brown hair and brown eyes too. He asks about mom a lot, but whenever he asks, dad just says, "there's nothing to talk about. She left us. That's it." We both try and find her, but we can't.
My dad has blonde hair, and blue eyes. He's quite tall compared to Leo and I. Dad is really shy, and so is Leo. He doesn't have a girlfriend. He hasn't even went on a date since we were born. No one knows why.
Well, in school, I'm a straight A student. I have lots of friends. I'm popular too. I'm not that kind of popular girl who is mean. Mean gets you no where. So I try and act nice. Like I help people with homework, and lockers, and just help people.
My best friend Luke, is popular too. Luke and I met in primary school. It was like we were meant to find each other. Leo and him are best friends too. At first we thought it was weird how much we had in common. Like, his dad left when he was born, and his mom doesn't talk about him. I don't know, it's weird that we have so much in common.
"Vi! Wake up!" Leo yelled in my ear. "Leo!" I yelled. "Dad told me to wake you up." He said. "Violet! Let's go! Get up!" Dad yelled. "Do I have to go today?" I asked. "Yes. It's school." Dad replied. "But I don't feel well." I whined. Dad sighed. "What! That's not fair!" Leo yelled. "Are you feeling okay?" Dad asked Leo. "Yea fine." Leo replied. "Vi, get back in bed." Dad said. I laid back down.
I walked down the stairs, and heard dad on the phone. "Liz, it's time. It's that time." He said. "No, no. She doesn't know anything yet. She's not feeling well." "I know. Seventeen is the age." "Luke too?" "I didn't send her either." "Okay, yes. Yes, I know." And he hung up. What was he talking about? And why was he talking to Mrs. Hemmings?
"Everyone was asking for you vi!" Leo yelled as he walked into the door. "Cool." I replied. "Wow, you look awful." He said. "Thanks." I replied.
Suddenly, I had a sharp pain in my head. I started to scream. "Dad!" Leo yelled. Dad came running into the room, and I laid on the ground, screaming. "Call Mrs. Hemmings." Dad said. Then, the pain stopped. Then it started again. "Liz! It's time!" Dad yelled.
Mrs. Hemmings came over, with Luke. "Both of you. Sit." She said. We both sat down on the couch. "Dad, what's going on?" I asked. "Just listen to Mrs. Hemmings." Dad replied. "You both got sick at the same time. You both became best friends. You both went through the same thing. You both lost a parent." Mrs. Hemmings said. "Okay?" I asked. "You both were brought together for a reason. You didn't become friends, because you chose each other. You became friends, because it was meant to happen. It was supposed to happen." She said.