"WHAT!" Me and Maya screeched in unision.
"We're sending you to boarding schools." My dad mumbled fiddling with the end of his shirt.
My eyes blazed with anger! "You can't do that we don't deserve this!"
My mum rose form her chair and banged her fist on the table with visible rage. "DON'T DESERVE THIS? DON'T DESERVE THIS? BOTH OF YOU SET THE SCHOOL ON FIRE! YOU'VE BEEN PLAYING YOUR FOOLISH GAMES SINCE U STARTED AND NOW YOUR 15 FOR GOD'S SAKE! DO YOU THINK WE DESERVE GETTING THE BLAME FOR YOUR DISGUSTING BEHAVIOUR? NO! THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT SO YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RIGTH TO TELL US YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS!"
My dad reached for my mum's shoulder. "Now now Meggy we both agreed we'll approach this calmly." Dad said calmy speaking to mum.
"This isn't fair." Maya gritted her teeth her locks covering her face. Proably stopping herself from crying. Crying is weakness. Me and Maya are not weak.
"Why don't you go have a lie-in i'll call your boss alrigth honeykep?" My dad cooed and my Mum relaxed and nodded before walking up the stairs.
When dad heard the door close he turned back to both of us . We sat in silence for a bit and sighed.
"Dad you can't-" Maya began.
"Your mother is rigth you crossed the line both of you, we've frogiven you time and time again." He shoke his head and for once his voice sounded stern.
"We've booked your fligths in 5 days time you'll be going on seperat planes-"
"WAIT WHAT?" I yelled.
"Oh rigth... we forgot to tel you you won't be going to the same country we can't risk you 2 stopping each other from learning a lesson..... we're seperating you 2. Maya you're going to Californina...Miley you're going to Sweden." My dad was going red and refused ot look at us.
Both of our jaws dropped to the floor as my heart leapt out of my mouth and crashed on to the floor.
Me and Miley have never been seperated. The non identical twins. Even our names begin with the same letters. Miley and Maya Maya and Miley . It's always been that way. Sure we have besties but still we never forget each other although over the years we have been drifting apart a TINY WEENY bit . Me and Miley don't. The fact we're going to diffrent countries is just a living nigthmare.
Miley sat infront of our mirror and brushed her straigth blonde hair. I got my mum's green eyes but my dads dark brown locks. Miley got my dad's icy blue eyes but mum's straigth dark blonde hair.
Miley sighed. "California lucky you. It's more of a holiday rather than a punishment for you." Miley scraped up her blonde hair in a low pony and curled it into a messy bun. Thes are the days where she just can't be bothered with her hair.
I sat next to her. "No way you deserve to be in california with all the blondies you fit perfectly there i should be in sweden. Besides none of us are going to have much fun are we it's a boarding school. Try thinking of it as a adventurel." I put my arm around her.
" Guess i'm going to have to change my wadrobe right." She smiled. That's the thing about Miley. She always smiles.
"Yeah let's go tomorrow!" I said sitting cross legged on my bed.
"Ditto. Hey i've got a idea that will make shopping even more fun!" Miley grinned
"We'll shop for each other just please don't by me a bikini Sweden doesn't seem like the type of countris to wear one." Miley winked.
I laughed. "Yeah just don't buy me a fur coat 'cause i don't think California seems like the countrie to wear one."
"Oh by the way don't talk to mum at all this seems like one of her ideas and you can talk to dad but icy voice the famous guilt trip will proably prevent them from such a idea like that again."
"Agreed." We both sighed as we opened the radio and as I started drawing and Miley started fantasising about god know's what.
In 2 days we are going to be in seperate countries. Seperate rooms. Seperate schools and seperate lives.