Thurday, November 17
8:50 a.m.
Jewel and Jennifer Clarke stood side-by-side at their lockers talking and arranging books, deciding which ones they would need for the day.
Across the hall, Lusifer Elliote slammed his own locker shut, and turned toward them.
He studied their every move-someting he often did with people he hated, but at the same time wished he could be. He wished to switch lives with them, if only for a day-an hour even.
Each girl had long golden brown hair, green eyes, tall, thin, yet curvy figures, and smooth cream colored skin.
*But Jewel-Jewel in Lusifer's opinion was more beautiful. Her eyes-when you spoke to her, she starred into you. They were wide and understanding. As if, at that moment, you were the most important thing to her.
She was funny, and loved to laugh. Her smile was beautiful (a year and a half of braces in middle school), and it always ligered on her face.
Her favorite saying (that she took credit for making up) was "Sarcasm is not just a way of expression, it's a way of life."
Lusifer knew she loved to write. After all, she was the editor of the schools newspaper, 'Vista Views', and her short stories were often featured in the newsletter. In fact, she had won several awards for the stories she had writen.
Jewel (as well as Jen) was also a member of the drama club, and had an angelic singing voice, that anyone would kill for.
Her best friend, besides besides her sister, was Robert Marques-her tall, well-built, brown haired, brown eyed neighbor, that she had known practically since birth. Though Robert was her best friend, Jewel was often found in the company of Samantha Lopez, Christine Armond, and Leslie Niels.
Jen, on the other hand, was more into arts and fashion. Definatly, the more fashion forward twin.
When Jen talked to you, you know where she stood, you knew her opinion. She had an ere of confidence about her. She knew what she wanted, and wasn't afraid to ask for it-even take it at times.
Jen was very much into photography and arts of any kind. At home you would often find her in teh families basement, her makeshift photo lab/art studio.
When Jen wasn't in the basement painting, sketching, or sculpting she was hanging out with her boyfriend, and fellow photographer, Marty Olson, or her friends, Alexandra Erwin, Marianna Stephens, or Louisa Lukas.
It seemed to Lusifer that the fifteen-year-old twins had everything. Two loving parents, a nice home, and older brother Josh (who was away in California with his pregnant wife Cherrie), and an older siser Laurie (who was away at college), great friends, good grades, and popularity. Everything Lusifer didn't have.
Lusifer glanced once more at them, and angry glint of insanity in his eyes, and a cruel smile on his face. The bell signalling the start of homeroom rang, and Lusifer headed down the hall, fingering the gun in the pocket of his baggy, black jeans.