New Story3- Kristen I took the girls arm and brought her over to face my mirror. Standing side by side there was no denying it. We were completely identical. "So we look similar. That proves nothing. There must be millions of girls with dark hair, blue eyes and freckles. You still can't prove you're my sister,"I couldn't bring myself to say twin. That was too much to take in. "I know it must be hard for you kristen but..." Her voice faded into the background, I turned away from her gulping back tears. This couldn't be happening. Only half an hour ago I was just an average teen, then THEY turned up. Dad's working so I go to the door. "Hello...uhmm can I help you?" "Ah kristen darling, you've grown so much" she cries, sweeping me into a one armed hug and inviting herself in,"You must recognise your mum, honey, and here's your sister Hayley you must be able to recognise her, she looks just like you" she stands there beaming down at me, not realising how stupid what she's saying sounds. Because it can't be true. It just can't. "Who is it Kris?"Dad appears down the stairs. She answers for me. "It's me johnnie!" "Ahhh," He looks at me,"Ahhhh" "Dad who is she?" the woman gives my dad a funny look that I can't quite read. "Doesn't she know-" "Uhmm adults chat,"dad interrupts her looking tense"you girls just stay in here watch a bit of tv" they disappear into the back room leaving me and the girl standing watching each other. That was 20 minutes ago and Dad still hasn't come out, still hasn't told me what the hell is going on.

New Story 2- Hayley I'd hoped for a bit of a warmer welcome. So we'd been here for about 10 minutes and all she'd done was stare at me. Mum had told me it would be harder for kristen. She didn't know about...me. I'd grown up with the knowledge I had a sister. My friends had always been surprised that I didn't find it weirder. According to them stuff like that only happens in books and movies. But I was, I am, used to it. So when mum said we were going down to London, I knew why straight away. Time to meet kristen. Finally. But obviously dad hadn't told kristen. She still hasn't spoken to me. I think she's in shock.

New Story 1- Kristen She looked nothing like me. I watched her trying to see a reason for all this to be a practical joke. A reason that all of this might not be true. Of course we looked completely different. Her eyes were slightly bigger than mine. Her teeth were more crooked, and she was a lot skinner than me. This girl was not my sister, and that woman who'd come with her couldn't be my mum. I'd seen the photos. My mum was glamourous, young, pretty. Nothing like this lady. This had to just all be some kind of joke.