JESSICA
The COOL thing about having a twin is that you can always count on her to help you out.
Especially when your twin is SUPERPERFECT, ultra sweet, never-gets-mad Elizabeth.
ELIZABETH
Why can’t Jessica solve her own problems FOR ONCE?
I swear, if I didn’t LOVE her--I think I’d have to KILL her.
“You know,” I explained patiently, “we’ve done it like a thousand times before at SVMS. We’ll switch places.”
Jessica still looked dumbfounded. “But--,” she said, and stopped. “You hate switching. I always had to beg you to do it.”
“I know,” I admitted. She was right--I do hate it. “But I want to help.”
“So you would plan the dance?” Jessica asked doubtfully.
“Sure,” I said. “No problem. We’ll switch clothes. No one ever has to know. Okay?”
“I don’t know,” Jessica said, gnawing a cuticle. “You hate dances.”
“So?” You can give me all your notes--I’ll do it just the way you want it,” I pleaded.
“Promise?”
“Promise,” I assured her.
“Okay, I guess,” Jessica agreed reluctantly. “It’s not like I’ll be going to the dance anyway.”
I wasn’t sure what I had just gotten myself into, or if I should have let Jessica work a little harder to talk me out of it. But I was committed now.