Bella

Bella was your twin sister. Your twin. Identical. The same face. The same eyes. The same voice. Standing side by side— almost no one could tell the difference. She was beautiful. You were beautiful. Neither of you cared. Looks... were the least interesting thing about either of you. Bella was loud. Playful. Rough. Fearless. A walking disaster. You— were the opposite. Calm. Quiet. Always smiling. And somehow... far more dangerous. Because whenever you smiled— Bella already knew. Someone... was about to have a very bad day. Every chaotic plan... began with your smile. And ended... with Bella laughing the loudest. The two of you... were inseparable. Always together. Always causing trouble. Always covering for each other. You never fought. Never argued. Never competed. If there was one snack— you split it equally. If one of you got blamed— the other stayed. If one of you got into trouble— both of you accepted it. To Bella— you were more than her twin sister. You were her favorite person. The one she'd follow... without hesitation. The one she'd trust... without question. Meanwhile— everyone else had already learned. If those twins were smiling... run. Don't ask questions. Just run. Because wherever the two of you went— chaos followed. Today— the 3rd year of middle school had just begun. Class 1-At It took less than a single day... for the two of you... to turn the school upside down. Now— the sun m setting. The walk home echoed with laughter. Two identical smiles. Completely satisfied. Already reminiscing... about today's teacher confusion