Whitney McDaniels's Story

Whitney awoke to the sound of Shakira "Loca" blasting through her radio. She looked around her bedroom. It was fairly clean, and was the largest room in the whole house. Even her closet, which was made to be a office, was large. She walked into her bathroom. Examined herself in the mirror. Pleased with her appearance she began to get dressed. Deciding on a dress that made her cleavage look amazing if she did say so herself, and her favorite bow heels (her outfit). Then she began on her hair. She didn't want to do anything special, mainly because drake loves it when she wore her hair down in its natural waves. So she decided to just leave it down after brushing and blow drying it. She smiled at the picture of her and drake taped on her bathroom mirror.

Once she was done getting dressed she bounded down her stairs. "I'm leaving," She shouted. She knew her dad was busy in his study probably on the phone with an associate. He was always bust. Way to busy to be with his teenage daughter. So instead of bugging him she grabbed her car keys and headed out.

She loved her car. It was a vintage Cadillac convertible, it took her father months to find it. She wanted one ever since she was a little girl. It was her dream car.Whitney grabbed her bookbag and got in her car. Just as her little sisters ran out the house. Frantically waving to her. She smiled at them as she drove off. About fifteen minuets later she arrived at the school. She waved to a few of her friends as she walked to her locker. Once there she pulled out her phone and sent opened a new message.

To:, Chloe :D

Message:
Her just arrived at school where are you?

From: Whitney

And another to Drake.

To: Drake <3

Message: Hey hot stuff are you @ school yet? I'm @ my locker

From: Whitney

Drake rubbed his eyes, yawning, and rolled over in his bed. He heard his sister knocking on the door, "Get up, sleepy!"

"Go away..." he mumbled. Drake's alarm clock sounded, right on cue, and he threw his warm blankets off and ripped the curtains open. He pulled a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt out of his dresser, quickly dressing, and stumbled into his bathroom. He blinked at himself in the mirror, then turned on the faucet and splashed his face with cold water. He gave his wild hair a quick brush, so it wouldn't look all wild and tangly, and brushed his teeth. He went back to his overflowing dresser and attempted to hunt down a pair of socks, while pulling on his dark-grey basketball sweatshirt that he knew Whitney loved. He pulled on some sneakers and shoved his phone in his pocket, then ran downstairs to the kitchen.

Drake's house was huge, and the walls and carpets were mostly white, with a few paintings and decorative objects here and there. His mom worked at home, so she did a lot of home renovations. He found his little siblings in the kitchen, Marina chomping on a bowl of cereal and Danny velcro-ing his shoes. Drake grabbed an apple from a nearby bowl of fruit, throwing his textbooks into his backpack haphazardly. He packed some baseball equipment and soccer clothes into his sports bag for the afternoon, throwing it over his other shoulder. "I'm heading out, mom," he called to her in the dining room, "Are Danny and Marina taking the bus? 'Cause I'm taking the other car."

He slammed the door behind him, not waiting for an answer, and hopped into his car, a silver Lexus, pulling out of the long, paved driveway. The drive to school took about ten minutes this early in the morning. Drake parked over by the baseball field, knowing he would have to leave from there at the end of the day anyways. Just as he walked in the door of the front entrance, his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was a text from Whitney. He messaged her back, making his way to her locker. The perfect way to start the day, a morning rendezvous with his gorgeous girlfriend.

To: Whitney ; )

Message: Just got here I'm heading over to say hi <3

From: Drake

" I know," Chloe responded, a smile on her lips as she imagined her twin in the clothes. Probably look pretty similar to how she looked, she thought as she eyed her sisters appearance. Minus those brown eyes and the hair part, they were completely identical.

" Okay, tell Ron I said hi and here." She moved to her desk and picked up a small pad of paper, wrote a few numbers on a sheet and ripped it from the pad to hand it to Zoey. " It's my cell number so you can get a hold of me, but I'll see you at school tomorrow. Sometime." She laughed lightly as her hand pushed the paper into her sisters hand and closed her finger over it. " Give it to Ron too, if he wants." Though Chloe wouldn't complain if her sister didn't, she wasn't close to her father anymore. Not after 8 years of practically no contact anyway.

She mumbled something under her breath as her sister walked up the stairs, listening closely as she heard her put on her shoes and the door open and shut behind her. " See you at school big sis," Chloe said lightly as she changed into her typical pajama's, a large baggy t-shirt, and turned off her light as she walked up the stairs to lock the doors and take her books down to her room. All her belongings safely in her bag, the blonde sighed as she settled into her bed in the dark and played games for a few hours until she fell asleep.



The next morning, Chloe woke up late.. Of course.

Even thought she was late she was calm enough to take her time getting ready. She had a quick shower and dried her hair, straightening her bangs so they wouldn't curl weirdly, then got dressed into her summery dress. As for make-up, mascara and a little bit of dark eyeliner tended to do the trick which Chloe added a thin layer of clear gloss to her lips to make them shine but only after brushing her teeth.

Grabbing her bag, shoving her iPhone inside it, and her keys; she found herself ready to leave the house. She locked the house door behind her as she made her way to her bright blue 2012 Mazda 3 Skyactiv. She loved her car and found herself humming a soft tune as, with the click of a button, the doors unlocked and she slipped inside and tossed her bag to the passenger seat. A twist of the keys in the ignition and she was off, speeding down the driveway and onto the road.

Chloe found herself at the school not too long after leaving the house, her green eyes glancing to the clock to see she had a good 15 minutes before classes began. Impressed, the teenager parked her car and grabbed her things, stoping only to lock the vehicle again, before slowly walking into the front doors with her phone in her hands. She was checking her messages and read through them quickly before her fingers flew over the screen to respond.

To: Whitney M

Message: Just in time, I'll catch up with you in a few.

From: Chloe B

She shook her head at her text before sending it and glancing around the foyer.

" Hey, Chloe!" People were calling, to which she responded with a smirk and a few winks in the direction of some cute but nerdy boys. They nearly fell over themselves as she walked by them, tossing her hair over her shoulder. " Hey guys," was her only response as she continued on her way.

Whitney giggled as she read Drake's text. She oppened her locker and and looked at herself in a mirror. Quickly aplying lip gloss she looked over her shoulder for Drake. She giggled with excitment. Drake was the only guy who could make her giggle. Just becase she loves him that much. When she saw another text from Chloe she quickly read it before looking for Drake again. A couple of guys waved at her and she waved back.

Drake caught site of Whitney, standing by her locker, waving to a few of her guy friends. He felt an irrational pang of jealousy, that he quickly banished. He never liked it when she talked to other guys, but he couldn’t stop her from making friends.

“Hey, Whit!” he greeted her with a smile and a pulled her into a hug, “Sorry I couldn’t call you last night. I had a soccer game.”

He felt her silky hair against his face and couldn’t help himself from glancing at her beautifully curvy chest. Whitney was his dream girl. Drake only hoped he could live up to her expectations.

Whitney smiled as Drake's strong arms held her. She spun around and said "I missed you." But before he could respond she kissed him. Wrapping her arms around his neck. She smiled when she broke the kiss off.

"So did you um see Chloe over the summer?" She asked while kissing him gently on the neck. She hated when Chloe made obvious gestures of flirting with him. Drake was her boyfriend, and she would do anything to keep him. No matter what anything was. She gazed at his eyes for reasurance from him. When she looked down she was amused to see that she not only left a hickey on his neck but a couple of coral kiss marks.

Once again interrupting him she said "I heard Zoey, CHloe's twin is back we should say hi." She added lacing her fingers with his.

Zoey woke up to the sun in her face. She looked around her room and at first she thought she had been robbed. One thing for sure, they took her alarm clock. She checked her phone and it was 9:56! She rushed and tore open one of the moving boxes marked"clothes". Taking out her shoes and filling her backpack she put on the clothes she was given the night before. She rushed downstairs and saw her dad cooking eggs. "Dad! I'm already late! how could you let me sleep in!" she snapped. Her father gave her a look, and then Zoey put a hand to her face. There's a time zone difference.... she thought. She sat down and enjoyed her fathers marvelous breakfast. "Thanks Dad!" She said giving him a kiss on the forehead.

She headed out the door and looked at her dad's truck, I don't think he'd mind... Just for today... She smiled as she heard the beep of the old vehicle unlock. She hopped in, thinking her vehicle was "cool" and started to drive. Putting the radio station to a "Top 40" channel she turned onto the street of her school. The school seemed a fair size as she put her truck into park. When she walked to the doors a few (a lot) guys winked and started yelling out "Chloe". She just shook it off. She pulled out her phone and decided to text Chloe, because she had put the number in before.

To: Chloe
Hey! I just got to school! everyone keeps calling me... well... you! I have english first with.... Mrs.Whitmee? do you have her? Please! Please! I feel so alone!

As she hit send she walked right into a locker that was opened. As she lay on the floor she saw an couple of people surround her. "Chloe! I'm so sorry!" Whitney yelled. Zoey just looked at the ceiling as even more teens started to surround her. "I'm not Chloe... I'm her twin Zoey... Remember me? Well I kind of don't remember you..." She half smiled as Whitney helped her up. When zoey looked over she saw an oddly familiar face, "Drake? Drake Winter? Is that you?" Zoey smiled up at him. She could never forget those eyes.

Whitney kissed him and asked about Chloe. Of course he’d seen her over the summer, she lived about two blocks from his house! She was always out walking around, enjoying the neighborhood. Before he could respond, he thought he saw Chloe turn and smack face-first into Whitney’s open locker.

“Oh Chloe, I’m sorry!” Whitney exclaimed, helping her up. The girl gladly accepted her help, but said, "I'm not Chloe... I'm her twin Zoey... Remember me? Well I kind of don't remember you..." Zoey looked at Drake for a moment. “Drake? Is that you?” she smiled with warm recognition. Drake didn’t mean to be rude, but he didn't know until now that Chloe even had a sister, and thought it was a little weird that she knew who he was. Well, she must have seen him around. I mean, they did live pretty close by.

“Okay,” he replied confidently, “Zoey. I'll remember you.” He flashed her a friendly smile. “I’ll see you in class, maybe,” he put his arm around Whitney again. He always felt better and more able and confident with his girl by his side. He loved how much she believed in him, even when he didn’t believe in himself.

“So, Whit,” he turned to his girlfriend, “What’s the plan for tonight? After baseball practice, I could swing by your house. I need some help with history. I don’t want to fail the next test too,” he smiled.

Chloe turned as she heard someone calling to her and saw Anne, her long curls streaming out behind her as she ran toward the blonde. She stopped and waited for the other girl to catch up, a warm smile on her lips. " Hey, so what do you have first? Chem?" She'd caught a glimpse of the textbook as she'd asked and decided to tack it on as an afterthought.

Her cellphone vibrated in her hand and she looked down at the screen, laughing at the text she read before texting back. Her fingers flew over the screen, lightly tapping to pick each letter.

To: Zoey B

Message: Maybe because we look so similar ;)
Yeah, Whitmee in room 105 for English.

From: Chloe B

" Sorry," the blonde said lightly as she glanced up from her phone and waved it in the air, " My sister's new here and trying to figure things out. She's practically lost." Chloe giggled, " I'm going to find her, see you later?" The girl smiled and gave a wave as she set off down the hall toward Whitney's locker. After all, she had told Whit she would see her shortly.

" Whitneeeeey!" Chloe called as she came up to the girl, her boyfriend and... Zoey? " Hey Drake, Zo." Her gaze lingered on Drake for an instant before returning to Whitney, " Do you mind if I steal my sister?" She joked with a wink.

Whitney smiled at Drake "Study or study?" She teased

Whitney spun around when she heard the voice of her best friend. "Gawd I missed you," She smiled at her and gave her a quick hug. Before naturally resting against Drake's arm again. She loved that her head fit in perfectly with the crook of his arm. She turned back to Zoey.

"You guys are totally twins I love this!" She said wrapping her arms around Drake, " Double the hottness." She turned to Zoey, "So I hear your in my Dance class?" She flipped her hair out of her face. "It'll be fun long as you can keep up," She joked winking at her. Then she turned to Chloe.

"So um wheres Angel?" Even as she said it she could feel her grip on him tightining. She looked at him for a reaction. When he didn't respond she felt her eyebrow twitch but she hid her annoyance and Jelousy. She tried not to, but she noticed Chloe's eyes linger on him.

Zoey was about to walk away when she heard her own voice, I mean Chloe's voice. She felt her phone buzz in her pocket, assuming it was Chloe she left it there. She turned back to Whitney, "Ya we'll be in the same dance class, you better watch out though, I'm pretty good" Zoey teased, taking out her pony tail. She felt so out of place here. Everyone here knew each other and had their own worlds and relationships made. Zoey would have to make her own story, and try to make it original and not identical like her sister. "Do you guys have English with Whitmee too? Can you give me directions? I'm going to go explore a bit more before class" She smiled as they all nodded and pointed down the hall. "The last room" Drake said with a smile. Zoey smiled back as she walked in the other direction.

She walked in the halls, getting more whistles from guys. She had never really been popular and never ever got attention from guys. She had made the round about of the school so decided to check outside. She was walking through the parking lot when suddenly she bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry" She said as she started picking up the persons stuff. She looked up and saw a guy with dark hair. He recognized her but probably as Chloe. "I didn't know the rumors were true... Chloe does have a twin sister!" He laughed. Zoey smiled too, not knowing if he was joking or serious.

Angelica woke up in her large plush bed. She rolled over under the down comforter and let her hand reach out and turn off the soft music coming from her clock radio. She pulled the sleep mask up to her forehead and sat up. At first she was a bit confused, she quickly remembered that it was the first day back at school. The first day was always the worst, you had just really gotten used to late nights and sleeping in and now you had to wake up bright and early to get ready. Angelica checked her phone quickly for any new texts or notifications. Seeing that she had none, probably because everyone else was just getting up as well, she went and took a quick shower. She dried her hair with a blow dryer and curled it into a simple style that she did often. She then opened her closet and tried to decide what to wear. Once she had settled on a cute but comfortable outfit that fit well with the planned temperature for the day she applied her make up. She went with a simple ring of dark eyeliner and a light pinkish lip gloss that mainly just added some sparkle and shine.

She then headed downstairs for breakfast. Her mother met her at the bottom of the grand staircase. "Love the shoes, hate the jewelery."
"Good morning to you too mother." Angelica retorted rolling her eyes at her mother's comments. She walked down the stairs and walked into their dining room. There was a lot of food laid out on the table but her family rarely touched it. She picked up a muffin from the table and unwrapped it. She broke off little pieces and popped them into her mouth. Once she was done, she quickly went and brushed her teeth before checking the time one more time before heading out to the car for school.

She stepped out of the car and closed the door. She walked up toward the school building without looking back to see the black vehicle drive away. She entered the school and walked toward the spot near Whitney's locker where they always met, it was perfectly situated smack dab in the middle of their lockers. "Hey Girlies, hopefully you haven't had too much fun without me." She said smiling to her friends. "Chlo, I am in love with your dress."

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Joel awoke fairly late to his mother shouting at him from the hallway outside his bedroom. He rubbed his eyes and rolled out of bed. He dragged his feet all the way to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face to wake himself up. He quickly jumped in the shower and tossed on a pair of jeans and the first t-shirt he saw. He then ran out into the kitchen. His mother insisted on him eating breakfast but he declined the offer and told her he didn't have time or he would be late. He stuffed his cellphone into his backpack and kissed his mother on the cheek before heading out the door just in time to catch a ride to school with his older brother who was heading out to work.

He didn't even look at his phone until he was at school. He scanned through the messages as he was heading through the front doors. He read the text from Anne and typed out a quick response.

To: Anne

I totally forgot, but sure, sounds good. I'll invite Tia.

He headed to his locker and put his backpack inside on the little hook. He then quickly looked around for Tiana, he couldn't seem to find her anywhere. He took his phone back out and sent her a text as well before shoving his phone into his pocket.

To: Tiana

T, Lemme know when you get here. We have to compare schedules.

He couldn't help but wonder if they would have any classes together this semester. He hoped that they did, it always made class less awful if you had a friend in it, even better when it was one of your best friends.

After being pulled into a hug, Chloe gave another laugh as she listened to Whitney and Zoey's conversation on their dance class.

After a few moments Zoey asked about Whitmee's classroom, to which all the others including Chloe pointed down the hall. " Have fun finding class, Zo," she said over her shoulder as her twin decided to leave the small group to find the class. " See you there," She added loudly.

" So, um, where's Angel?" Whitney asked and Chloe, hearing the hesitation in her friend's voice, turned to look at her with an eyebrow raised. She didn't mention the stumble as she answered, " Probably on her way here to meet us--" The blonde was interrupted as the girl in question came up with a loud, " "Hey Girlies, hopefully you haven't had too much fun without me."

Chloe turned and skipped over to Angelica, hugging her tightly for a second before releasing her, a grin on her expression. " Chlo, I am in love with your dress." She heard as she stepped back and then did a twirl. " Do you? I found it when Margaret took me to Italy for a week," Chloe said cheerfully, typically using her mother's name. " But," she paused in her faux fashion spin to look at the other blonde, dark green eyes sparkling with interest. " I think the pink totally suits you and I love your heels."

Suddenly, typical of Chloe, she lost interest and changed the subject. " Anyway, what classes does everyone have?" Her pink lips turned down in a pout, " I have Whitmee for English first," she muttered as she pulled the small slip of paper from her pocket and unfolded it.

It was in her own handwriting, neat and elegant. The green ink, her favourite colour, read;

Warning Bell (9:05)
First period (9:10-9:55): English - Whitmee, R.
Second period (9:55-10:40): History - Latimer, A.
Break (10:40-10:55)
Third period (10:55-11:40): Gym - Lexus, D.
Fourth Period (11:40-12:20): Drama - Whitmee, R.
Lunch (12:20-1:05)
Fifth Period (1:05-1:50): French - Croteau, J.
End of the Day.


" See?"

Whitney pulled out her neatly written schedule in purple. It read:
Warning Bell (8:25)
First period (8:30-9:15): English - Whitmee, R.
Second period (9:20-10:05): World History - Latimer, A.
Break (10:05-10:15)
Third period (10:15-11:00): French - Juques, L.
Fourth Period (11:00-11:45): Biology - Jefferson, D.
Lunch (11:45-12:30)
Fifth Period (12:30-1:15): Calculus 2 - Harris, P.
Sixth Period (1:20-2:05): student government association -Murry, A.
Break (2:05-2:15)
Seventh period (2:15-3:00): Advanced Dance - Madame Yolanda
End of the Day.
She smiled in satisfaction "We have alot of classes together" She beamed at her. Then she turned to Angelica and cocked her head to the side innocently "What classes do you have?" She had Drake's schedule memorized already so she didn't need to ask him.

Zoey picked up her papers in a hurry and ran back inside the school. It seemed like he was following her but that might just be because he needed to go to school. She walked around the school a few more times until she heard the bell ring. "Oh great.." She sighed not knowing where Mrs.Whitmee's classroom is. She looked down the halls but most of the kids had scattered. She pulled out her schedule to see what else she had in store for today.

Warning Bell (9:05)
First period (9:10-9:55): English - Whitmee, R.
Second period (9:55-10:40): Mathematics - White, E.
Break (10:40-10:55)
Third period (10:55-11:40): Gym - Lexus, D.
Fourth Period (11:40-12:20): Drama - Whitmee, R.
Lunch (12:20-1:05)
Fifth Period (1:05-1:50): French - Croteau, J.
End of the Day.

She walked to the end of the hallway and noticed the room, there she saw Chloe sitting in a chair. Zoey hated being late but she had no choice so she slowly entered the room, "Sorry I'm late... I'm new..." She said shyly. She was walking to the back of the room when her name was called out. She turned slightly to see the teachers face. "Twins huh?.... Well I want everyone to move their desks to the sides of the room so we can play a game! After you move the desks make your chairs into a circle!" Mrs.Whitmee said. Zoey put her school bag down and started to move a desk like the others. A girl with glasses looked over at her and whispered, "Mrs.Whitmee is like that... She's the drama teacher... She's pretty much the best teacher ever." Zoey smiled as they looked at Mrs.Whitmee who was standing in the middle of our circle.

As the girls conversed, Drake took the time to pull out his own schedule. It was crumpled up in one of his pockets. Thank goodness he'd had the sense to grab it before he left. It read:


1st period: English
2nd period: Calculus 1
Free period
3rd period: Gym
4th period: Biology
Lunch
5th period: Spanish

Drake's algebra teacher the previous year had pushed him into taking calc (even though he hadn't taken pre-calc), and Drake wasn't very happy about it. He didn't want to be a math whiz. He would much rather stay the football star. And he was sure he'd be the dumbest kid in class. I mean, any calculus class must be chocked-full of nerds, right? Would he know anybody in class? He had all his high school math credits. Why did his teachers want more from him?

"Is anyone else taking Calc?" He asked the girls walking to english with him as the bell rang, "Somebody better be, or I'll be stuck with a bunch of math nerds and no one to talk to!"

Whitney frowned "Sorry Babe I have calculus 2,you should see those kids." she shuddered in mock despair. Her dad forced her to take as many advanced classes and extra curriculers so she could date Drake. She hated the classes but he was worth it. She thought to herself "If I wasn't pretty would I be popular? Would Drake date me even if I wasn't popular. Would Chloe and Angel be my friends?"

She furrowed her brows, that would suck. She was a popular and didn't know how not to be. She was popular since elementary school and was inlove with drake since middle school. What the hell was she gonna do in college? Thinking about that she frowned. She always planned to get married. But she couldn't picture herself without Chloe and angel.

The bell rang and Chloe turned to her friends, a small smile on her lips. " I'm going to get going, see you later?"

She waved as she walked off down the hall, her bag hanging from its place on her shoulder as she strode down the hall and turned into a classroom. The blonde made her way into the room with a nod at the teacher and found a seat for herself, dropping her bag to the floor by her feet.

" Hey Mrs. Whitmee," Chloe said cheerfully when her name was called, eyeing the excitable teacher with interest as she waited for her sister to appear. She was not disappointed as the teacher made a small comment on the pair being twins before moving on to ask the students to move their desks and make a circle with their chairs. The younger twin heaved a quiet sigh, already hating the class and dreading drama later that day. Games weren't her style but, of course, she'd go along with the idiocy. It could mean her grade, after all.

She picked up a desk and pushed it against the wall before moving her chair to join the slowly forming circle in the center of the room, sitting in her chair and pulling her cellphone out of her pocket to rest in her hand that was on her lap. Chloe turned to look at Drake and Angelica, two of many people she knew that happened to be in the same class. " Is she for real?" Chloe asked under her breath, rolling her eyes toward the teacher who was talking animatedly with her own twin.

Whitney reluctantly joined the circle and murmured to Chloe " I know right" then she glanced at Zoey and then back to Chloe and whispered "You may have to compete with Zoey for teachers favorite. She smirked, it was almost amusing that Zoey effortlessly out did Chloe. She sat next to Chloe in the circle and waved at some of her other friends, mainly guys but there were a few girls.

When it was her turn Whitney smiled brightly. "My names Whitney," she paused to think, "My favorite food is... pretty much all seafood. And my dream job would have to be either a Psychiatrist or a Pediatrician." She knew that was a occupation her father would approve since he was a neurosurgeon. She flipped her hair in irritation, just at the thought of him. But smiled politely at her teacher , who gave her a knowing nod. She always encouraged to consider Broadway or a dance production but Whitney knew her father wouldn't allow that.

Before Drake knew it, it was his turn to talk in the circle. He'd been too interested in what other people had to say, that he hadn't spent any time planning his response.

"Um, I'm Drake," he muttered, "My favorite food is probably sushi and . . . well . . . I guess I'd like to play for the NFL or the NBA, or be a sports therapist or something."

He had lied. He really had no idea what he wanted to do when he grew up-- he just said something that would live up to his reputation. Sports were great, but was he really good enough to play professional basketball or football? He needed to seriously start thinking about what he would do after high school.