Rylie and Sam were inseperable twins, with different likes and dreams. They always were together. Not even in school, in the bathrooms, while sleeping. You can't wash off the glue that has put them together. But it all changes in their first year in highschool.

"Mom, I need those curlers grandpa bought me, where'd you put it?" Sam said, appearing at the entrance of the kitchen, in a tank top and denim shorts.

Mrs. Young took a short glance from the meal she was preparing, then to her daughter. "How many times do I have to tell you, Sam, strictly no shorts and tank tops in going to school! I'll accept it if you're staying at home, but no, you're going to a public place, where boys can harass you! Do you even know what that means?" Mrs. Young groaned.

"Of course she does, she even let's them do it. Rylie chirped, entering the kitchen while reading a book called, ' Mathematics : Algebra '. Sam groaned.

"Why do you always have to show up at the times I don't want you to show up?" Sam says, "And by the way, don't come near me at school. They'll think I'm gross." Sam leaves the room, shortly, with a slam of the door.

"Rylie, what are you wearing?" Mrs. Young said, gaping at Rylie's outfit. She was wearing long jeans, due to her height, and a blue button-up. "Why don't you try girly things, but not too girly?" She suggested.

"Mom, I go to school for studying, not for people to look at my clothes. I only wear those dresses when there's a special occasion, and in this case, there is not." Rylie replies, taking a sip from her cup of coffee. "Besides, I'm not Sam."

"I heard that!" Sam shouts from her room. Rylie sighs.

"You've got a point. By the way, honey, how is your Math class going?" Mrs. Young asks, tentatively.

"It's great, I've been catching up to the lessons, and having less of asthma attacks too." Rylie answers, coolly. She doesn't like the fact that she got an -A in Math, so she started reviewing a lot more. Call her grade consious, but she really needs the grades to get to London. Plus, her asthma getting worse by the minute.

Rylie silently eats her bacon, while taking short sips from her plain dirty white mug. She looks at the window, seeing the warm sunshine and beautiful green trees swaying to the beat, she stands up and heads to her room.

Plain, is what Sam uses to describe Rylie's room. It had one poster of a band, called 5 Seconds of Summer. The rest were floral empty walls. She hung some of her pictures with Sam in her competitions and with the whole family. There were 2 desks, one for studying, another for her laptop. A queen sized bed in the middle, a walk-in closet, a bathroom and other stuff, like a mini library. For her, her room was interesting, awesome even. She didn't like vivid colours, she didn't like the sun at most times. It gives her a massive headache.

She went in her bathroom, and brushed her teeth.

"Rylie! Let's go, I need to get to Chemistry for that cute boy at the back!" Sam called, while Rylie frowns and grabs her shoulder bag and hoodie and rushes out the door.

"It's 8, Sam, you're class isn't until 9. Besides, that cute boy isn't going to arrive that early." Rylie counters. They both went in their garage to wait for their mother to drop them off at school.

"Do you girls have any more money?" Mrs. Young asks. Sam shooks her head, while Rylie nods. "Here's $10 for each of you, I'm running low, do you guys want anything from work?" Mrs. Young works as an accountant, it takes an hour for her to get there, and two hours back because of the daily traffic. Where she works, many stores are there, and they don't even cost a lot.

" want the newest glamour lipstick, so you won't need to give me allowance for the next few weeks of June." Sam says while examining her pink-coloured nails.

"Can you buy me a new notebook and a Psycology book too? I'm taking that class every Tuesday. Tomorrow is just the student orientation, but if you can get it tonight, I can review it." Rylie says, not looking up from her book.

Mrs. Young purses her lips, and drives them to school. They all stay silent, until they reach school. "Rylie, stay here, I don't want you ruining my first day." Sam warns Rylie. Mrs. Young stays silent, while Rylie rolls her eyes.

Sam gets out of the car and is immediately swept by the popular squad and even those little worshippers of hers. When they reach the entrance, Rylie packs her book and reaches for her schedule as she walked out of the car. Waving to Mrs. Young, she went inside the school.

"Featuring all freshman students, please proceed to the quadrangle for your student orientation with the school. Welcome back to Jilliant High!" the familiar enthustiastic voice of their principal, Meyers rang through the halls.

A sea of freshmen were walking like zombies, to the quadrangle. Rylie waits for everyone to pass and follows as everyone gets in.

"Welcome back, freshmen. This year, you will be the ones elementary pupils will be looking up to, so you better set up a good moral character. It's nice to see very familiar faces like, Sarah, Percy, Lavender." the principal says, "Wonderful faces, like Ms. Young!" Rylie rolls her eyes. Same old, same old. Sam is beautiful, we know, thought Rylie.

"But as you know, we aren't only appreciating these handsome and pretty faces, but also the great minds of all of yours from your previous year in Grade 6. You all know Jilliant High, we call up those graduates that were excellent in their academics from last year. So, from bronze, the highest grade is Rain Lerzon!" the crowd cheered in sarcasm. "Next, from silver, James Dean!" the crowd cheered wildly, because not only is James smart, but also handsome. "And finally, from gold," the crowd was silent, waiting for the principal to call on the gold medalist.

"Rylie Young!" the crowd clapped silently, no cheers, no whistles, no shouting, just clapping, with faint smiles. Rylie felt a bit hurt, knowing her sister didn't clap along. "Where are you, Rylie?" People around her pointed at her and she was raced to the stage. "What advice can you give to your classmates for them to work hard, just like you?"

Rylie was handed the mike. She held it to her lips, and took a deep breath. "I think that, all of you should work hard in ways of -"

"He didn't ask you to apply the thesis statement!" roared someone from the crowd. It came from James Dean. Everyone laughed. Rylie was humiliated. Even Sam was laughing.

It took her all her courage to speak again. "Then why wouldn't I? Why wouldn't I apply something I've learned from the previous year? Wouldn't that make me a fool? A fool, because everything I've learned was thrown away instead of recycled and used to be applied? I was asked of what advice I should give you all, and what I advice you is to apply everything you've learned from last year, to this year. Because the lessons are the same, they just get more challenging than ever. Thank you." Rylie said, going off to the podium and went to her first class : English.

When the bell rung, everyone was coming the in classrooms, their eyes flickered from the corner where Rylie sat, she ignored them, trying to focus on remembering the different kinds of modals.

"Permission, nesessity, request ..." whispered Rylie. The person to her right, gave her a questioning look, but she still kept listing the modals down in her mind.

"Gooooodmorning, class. " the teacher greeted tehm as he entered in the classroom." I'm Sir James, and if you don't mind, I'll just be writing a lecture today, and you can study it at home, so you can have an idea of it tomorrow. After you copy this, you're free to do anything you want except going out of the classroom.

A noun is a name of a person, place or a thing. For example:
James
toothpaste

There are two types of nouns, Proper noun and common noun.

A proper noun is a specific name of a person, place or a thing. For example:
James

A common noun is a name commonly used to call a person, place or a thing, that can be used to call anybody, any place, any thing at the same time, not confusing anybody, by linking adjectives to it. For example:
toothpaste.

To apply the use of common nouns and proper nouns, here's an example:
James ate the tube of toothpaste.

To turn James into a common noun, describe him. James is handsome. James is a boy. So, a handsome boy.

To turn toothpaste into a proper noun, think of a brand of toothpaste. Colgate.

Now:
A handsome boy ate a tub of Colgate.

Most of the students didn't copy the lecture, and just slacked off, while learning more about their classmates than nouns. Rylie took out her textbook and scanned for lessons about verbs, she was so absorbed in reading, she hasn't noticed James Dean perched in front of her, asking for a ball pen.

"Young!" James shouts over the noise the students are making. Rylie's lime green eyes move from the book, to the brown eyes of James. "Can I borrow a pen?"

Rylie reaches for her bag and grabs a black ball point pen and handed it to James. James grabbed it slowly, as if examining it, before recieving. His skin brushed with hers, and she felt a shock go through her finger. She pulled her hand away, kept on reading the book, but her mind was lost in thought.

Why did that happen?, she asked to herself.

When she looked up, James Dean was passing notes with his bestfriend, Cooper. So, that's why he needed a ball pen. To waste it's ink like he wasted his voice trying to borrow it from me, thought Rylie.

The bell rang, startling the students. Rylie packed her things and headed for her next class. She hoped she never had this subject, but ofcourse, the fates have turned. "And you know what? Ms. Dulkin laughed!" the voice of Samantha Young rang through the classroom, where Rylie has her chemistry. She peered through the window. "I think James Dean is pretty hot," says Sam. Rylie spots her at the back. She goes inside and puts her things on her chair, back slouched, she waited for the teacher to come inside. James Dean entered the class, and sat at the front, beside Rylie.

"Okay, I'm going to tell you your lab partners, and you have to stick to them until the end of term." declared Ms. Perce. "Okay, Sarah and Anne, stay over there," she points over the corner.

...

"Samantha and ... Who's this? Robert." Ms. Perce said. "Lastly, Rylie and James Dean."

There was a slight, " Ohh, " from the students.

"Miss, my mother wants me to be seated with James Dean, because I need practice in this class, and he's the only man for the job." A few sniggered at her comment.

"Miss Young, that isn't a proper request. You need a real reason to be transferred partners with your sister, Rylie."

The rest of the day dragged by, until it was time for lunch. Rylie loved lunch, her lunch routine was, eating ice cream, then going to the library to study and read.

When she stepped out of the classroom, she felt the hungry and excited aura of the other students. She rushed to the ice cream stand and bought a large vanilla ice cream in a wafer cone. She headed to the front of the library, eating her ice cream alone. She was used to this, but she was more used to having Sam by her side.

After she was done, she headed to the library, she was greeted by the soft aroma of books. It was her safe haven. "Miss Young! How pleasant to see you here, again!" An old familiar voice said behind her.

"Mrs. Potts! It certaintly is wonderful to get back here. It's my sanctuary. You haven't got any Pscology books here, don't you?" says Rylie, craning her neck to see the books from the shelf to the left.

"Oh, I don't think so, dear, the last one of those books were reserved by a tall lad. He's going to pick it up this lunch. I haven't got any lunch because of him." Growled Mrs. Potts.

"I'll do it, Mrs. Potts. You go and fetch that stomach of yours, food. I heard there's spaghetti there." Rylie said, pushing Mrs. Potts gently to the door.

"Are you sure, Rylie, dear?" Mrs. Potts said, exasperated. Rylie nodded and finally, got Mrs. Potts out of the library. Rylie sat at Mrs. Potts chair and sighed, answering her homework.

"Where's Mrs. Potts, Young?" that familiar voice of James Dean rang through her ears. Rylie looked up and frowned deeply, as she was disturbed in answering.

"I didn't notice you there, sorry. I was answering my homework. Pardon?" Rylie said, her brows furrowing. James ran a hand through his hair, obviously getting annoyed.

"When aren't you sticking your head in a book?" James said, "Whatever. Where's Mrs. Potts?"

"She went to get lunch."

"What?"

"Are you really that stupid?" remarked Rylie, while clasping her hands together. James rolled his eyes.

"I know what that sentence means, I'm not retarded." said, annoyed James. "She promised to give me the book needed for Psycology, a class only for geniuses." James bragged.

"Well, genius, I'm the first one who signed up for it." snapped Rylie.

"Whatever. Where is it?"

Rylie paused. She didn't asked Mrs. Potts where she put it. "I - I don't know."

" What the actual f - Find it. I need to get to class. Don't you too? "

"I don't, I have free 20 minutes every after lunch, like it says on my schedule. "Rylie said, casually, while searching for the book.

Rylie walked around a corner, James trailing behind her. "It must be around her -" Her foot got caught by a book lying on the ground. James lurched forward to catch her. "T - Thanks. " she said, quickly getting up and reaching for the book. "H - Here."

"Thanks."

After James had gone, Mrs. Potts returned. Rylie was blushing, so she dug her face in a book of Grade 1: Math.

The day dragged on, nothing else happened, and finally, it was time to go home. It was 6:00 pm.

Sam went out with her friends to the mall again, and Rylie walked home. They would usually have much fun, going home from the mall, doing twin things and just being themselves. Until the word : change, was applied to Rylie and Sam's relationship.

Rylie got home and dressed with a nightgown and flipflops, plus a fluffy bathrobe wrapped around her.

She made cookies and warm milk for herself, while watching a bit of TV in the living room, waiting for her Mother and sister.

Her phone suddenly rang : Like a skyscraper ...

"Hello?" she answered.

"Honey," Mrs. Young said at other line. "I'll be home late, you guys should go on, I might just be here until 1:00. Where's your sister? I've been calling her, and she isn't answering."

"She's at the mall, with her friends." Rylie, dully answered.

"I'll be there, Yeah. Okay." Mrs. Young said. "Sorry, I was talking to my co-worker. Handle the house, call me if there's any emergency." With that, Mrs. Young hung up.

She switched the TV off, and drowsily went to her room. She blasted her soft piano music in her speakers and slept, peacefully.

"Rylie, you're beautiful, but your sister is who I'm in love with." said the familiar sweet melody of his voice in Rylie's head.

"Wh - You don't love me?" the hurt obvious in Rylie's voice.

"No, no, I do love you." he said, lifting Rylie's chin with his hand, so they made eye contact. Rylie almost smiled. Yes, almost.

"Just not the same."

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