Mind Trap

Written in two twin sisters P.O.V.'s, this story is about Camilla, who occupies herself by art and reading, and Cassandra, who likes cell phones and acting. They're just normal twins with normal problems...they both live in completely different worlds! They have different friends, talents, and clothing styles, but there's one thing the two both enjoy- writing. One day somebody comes into both Cassandra and Camilla's lives, trying to fix their rough relationship. It change's the girl's lives forever and what they think of about one another. :D
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6. Cassandra 3




As I had promised, I took Camilla to the mall to buy a dress the next day. She let me choose the first dress, a blue satin dress with a plaited skirt and a sequined top. She looked stunning in it, but she didn’t really like it.

          So next she chose a yellow sundress with a simple white shrug that she also looked stunning in. I don’t think I realized how stunning Camilla looks when she tries.

          Camilla chose both, the yellow one for her debate and the blue one for the upcoming fall dance; even though she figured she wouldn’t get asked. I already had a dress, and Camilla was sure I would get asked.

          When we got home, Camilla came through with her part of the deal. She taught me how to mix paints for my art assignment.

          “So first you put your main color on your palette, which in this case is blue. You make sure that it’s not runny, and once you are sure that your paint is acceptable , you add your secondary color, which in this case is yellow.”

          I must’ve had a weird look on my face because she laughed and smiled. “Yes, we could’ve just used the green but this is just a good example.”

          I nodded to show I understood. “But would you still mix a green if it wasn’t the right shade?”

          Camilla nodded. “You could use blue and yellow, or you could use green paint and add little amounts of white, black or brown. Even colors like red or pink can be used in this case too.”

          I must admit, I am ashamed for falling asleep.

          (Oh be quiet Camilla! I can be somewhat sentimental. And no, not only around Jonah!)

          But it didn’t matter. The next day when I went to school everything was all better. I aced my math test, did very well on my make-up social studies test, and got an A on my art assignment, thanks to Camilla. I officially ignored Abigail, erased her number from my cell and blocked all emails from her account, so unless she turned out to be smart enough to get a new one, I wouldn’t be hearing from her for a while, and I frankly liked it that way!

          That night I hung out with Camilla. We grudgingly continued our truce, and I learned that my sister’s kind of interesting. She taught me how to make comics and I taught her some of my improv skills, which she didn’t really pick up on. We also looked through one of my fashion magazines and decided on a whole new wardrobe for Camilla, which we’d be getting at the mall the next week when I got my credit card back.

          For once, I didn’t mind having a twin, and I don’t think Camilla did either. Everything was perfect- almost.


“Hey Cassandra!”

          I whirled around, and instantly found myself blushing. “Well hello Jonah,” I muttered, embarrassed that I had dropped my books and they had landed on my foot.

          Jonah frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”

          I didn’t want Jonah to think that I was a scaredy cat so I just smiled. “You just surprised me, that’s all. But it was a nice surprise!”

          Jonah smoothed back his brown hair and smiled. “Well, I’d like to think that.”

          There was silence.

          “So,” muttered Jonah. “There’s this thing with the basketball team I needed to talk to you about.”

          “Yeah?” I asked, unsure of where this was going.

          “So, on Friday, they’re having a special pre-game thing before the game, so we can’t hang out anymore. I’m really sorry, but I have to go.”

          I knew it sounded crazy, but I had an idea. “Well, I’ll just come with you, then.”

          Jonah looked at me, and he was smiling like crazy. “I’d love that.”

          Then something happened I don’t want to talk about.


“But Cassandra!” shouted Camilla. “You promised!”

          “I’m sorry!” I cried. “It wasn’t my fault! I didn’t mean to…”

          “Of course you did! You meant to every minute of it! You didn’t care at all! You just did it, without remembering what you promised me! You’re horrible! You don’t care anymore, do you? You don’t care about our truce, you don’t care about me, you don’t even care about cute little Leo! You just care about yourself, your clothes, your make-up, your TV show, your multiple commercials and movies, Jonah, your hair products, your beauty supplies! You don’t care about what really matters! People always want to be like you, but what do they know? Definitely not the truth about you, that’s for sure! You’re a liar!”

          “Wow, calm down dude!” I said. “Camilla, you’re starting to sound like me!”

          Camilla frowned. “Well I wasn’t trying to! I was trying to let you know that you’ve done something wrong!”

          “Yes, I figured that.”

          “Well, since you don’t care, I think our truce is over!” Camilla shouted and crawled into her bed and under her covers, ignoring me.

          “Camilla, no!” I shouted, but it was useless.

          I pulled out my phone. There was a text from Jonah:

Hey Cassandra. I’m sorry if I made you mad. Your sister seemed pretty angry. Just tell her that it was my entire fault, because it was. I won’t mind if it saves you from Camilla’s wrath.

          I smiled. Jonah knew me and trusted me. I hurriedly replied:

It’s alright. Camilla just doesn’t understand.


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