Beep! Beep! Beep! Reagan’s irritating alarm rang though the house.
“Reagan, turn that thing off before I get up and throw it out the widow!” shouted Hope.
“Touch anything of mine and you’ll be the one out the window!” Reagan barked back.
Hope groaned and shoved her face in her pillow; Reagan would more than likely leave the stupid alarm ringing just because she knew Hope was annoyed. She drug herself out of bed like a zombie. This is a typical morning in the twin’s home. The two wake up fighting, they spend their day fighting, and they’ll likely die fighting; it’s just going through the motions, almost a habit.
School was no different, the two knew the drill; don’t look at each other, don’t talk to or about each other, and heaven forbid don’t interact with...