1. Wake the Pumba
"Wake up Pumba ."
"Go away Timon."
"Wake up London ."
"Go away Paris ."
Why is my sister so difficult in the morning ?
"We gonna be late ."
"Paris is an hour ahead of London carry on ; I'll catch a ride with Carter ."
"Okay, that was a good one ." I giggle .
"And what ? You gonna hop on his back because last I checked his one way ticket to being six feet under is still under lock and key?"
Silence . She is totally ignoring me .
"I am totally ignoring you right now ," her mumbles are muffled by her pillow .
"Wake up , wake up !" I sit on her back and start bouncing .
"This is a lovely back massage , mind moving a bit lower ?" No , maybe, I will bounce really hard and squash you .
I give up and decide on prying her out of bed . I take the pillow off of London's head , throw the blankets off of her , grab her by the feet and drag her until half her body is off the bed .
"You really wanna start a world war between London and Paris ." She groans and moves her lazy self to stand up .
"We have an alliance , a very strong one might I add ." I snicker .
"Ncawww is my itty wittle baby still sleepy ."
"I am older than you ."
"Lets not start this again .We are not arguing about how many seconds earlier you came out ."
"Yes , because I am hopping back into bed ." London dives on her bed landing face planted into her pillow .
"Its one o'clock in the afternoon come onnnnn !"
"Uhhh ! The eumusment park will be open all day long Paris ."
"But its the spring festival , and its one o'clock in the afternoon you ought to have slept enough ."
"You are so annoying ." I won . She gets herself out of the bed and trots towards the shower .
I am Paris Miller , and the girl I call a twin sister is London Miller the popular and also smart girl . They say she is the prettiest between the two of us although we are identical twins . The only way you can tell us apart is the fact her hair is cut into a bob and mine is long . I have higher cheekbones and my eyes are a lighter shade of hazel . Those features are only noticed when you really scrutinize our faces .
"Carter wants us to pick him up ." I could get married , have six kids and London would still be in the shower .
" I really dislike your best friend ." I tell her painting my toes pink while she showers . His so full of himself because his the schools bad boy , so clichè .
"I know right you totally love him ,"she sticks her head out the shower curtain , then steps out dripping water onto the floor .
"Here ." I hand her a towel while painting my last two nails .
"I do not like that shirt change it now !" London shrieks handing me a crop top , not my taste in clothes . My twin is my opposite i like baggy and comfy she likes tight and you get the point .
"What was the point of us getting belly rings if you are just going to always cover yours up !"
"The point is you practically dragged me and held me down while they pierced it ."
"The point is you love it ." The truth is I actually do , but no one ever sees it . Mine is silver and has a purple gem which dangles whereas London's is gold with a pink gem .
"Now you are looking like my twin and let the hair down ." She does not wait for me to take the scrunchie out of my hair , instead does it herself and ruffles my hair up then spins me around to face the mirror .
"I look like you ." I bluntly say .
"Exactly .
