here goes (its just the beginning)...
They were two verrrry different boys. One was cute, smart, and sweet. The other was....well the best way to describe him was jockish. They made it very hard to believe they were related, nevermind twins. The only thing that linked them is the fact that they looked exactly alike.
Kyle was the nice one. The one I could picture going off to college and someday getting married! Luke...not so much. He could get into college on a football scholarship and have people do his work for him. That's about all i could see coming from Luke.
I'm Mary...their triplet. Nothings particularly special about me. All the guys say im pretty and hot but i think Luke and Kyle make them say that. I look like them too.
Our blonde hair, blue eyes, and tall, thin though muscular frames made us all gorgeous. So i guess i was pretty but....i dunno. I always felt like i cant live up to my brothers. My father always payed more attention to them than to me.
That is...until the accident.
Luke and Dad were killed. Kyle came out with two broken wrists, three broken ribs, and a concussion (not fatil). I came out with five broken ribs, a broken leg, a concussion, and a broken collar bone. Our mom was already dead before the accident.
Now Kyle and I live with our Aunt Stacie and her son Johnny, who was our age.
Kyle was always miserable. His grades fell, he stopped sports altogether, and only spoke to me. I was prettymuch the same, though i always cried. Kyle always stood strong for me.
Before the accident i never thought i'd say this but...i miss Luke. |