Me and my sister are the only ones that exist, at least the Government hasn’t told me about others. Usually when parents have their Twins, they know which one is the Good and which one is the Bad. Since my parents were murdered seconds after me and my Twin were born, they don’t know which one is which. 

On December 21st almost fifteen years ago, me and my Twin were born. For some reason, that even now I don’t know why, someone murdered my parents. The Government took a guess and put me into a Good school and my sister, Beatrix, into a bad. Now, 2 days away from my 15th birthday I know they guessed wrong.

I had never fit in at the Good school I went to. At first I thought I would edventually want to make friends with the other kids that knew thier true Side. But no, I was always a loner. I drew back from raising my hand and talking while at school. The only person who understood me was my sister, Beatrix. She went to the Bad school across the street. They taught the same things, except everyone who went there was either depressed, gothic, or into horror books. My sister isn’t any of those.

 We always understood each other perfectly, almost like we were one person. I think that comes from us, more then likely being in the wrong schools. Of course its not anyone’s fault. The Government had to make a quick disision on where to put us, as our parents were too dead to tell them which of us was Bad and which was Good. 

Me and Beatrix look nothing alike. She has blonde hair and blue eyes, whereas I have raven black hair and red eyes. The only thing we have in commen is our deathly pale skin. 

Two sisters in the wrong schools. This is me and my sister’s story.

I'll try to update as often as I can, but it may be awahile till I finish the whole book.