Do you know those days where you just want to hit somebody-well todays one of those days. I swear if another person talks to me I’m going to snap. My anger and stress levels have reached an all new high. I couldn’t believe what that bitch did this time. To start that rumor, she must have a death wish.

“Amara! Earth to Amara! You in there?” Angela, my twin sister, shouted waving her hand in front of my face. When I turned to glare at her she raised her hands, palms up in surrender. “Who shit in your oatmeal this morning?” She asked focusing her eyes on mine and nearly running into a group of students standing in the hallway.

“Ang, do me a favor,” I began, looking away toward the direction we were heading. “Don’t bug me,” I waited, but when I turned my eyes back to hers she looked hurt, I sighed. “It’s one of those days.”

Angela nodded immediately, turning her eyes to the hallway and passing students. “That bad huh?” I only nodded, sometimes it scares me how well she knows me. Hm, now about Britney…