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    will the real Helena please stand up?

    Helena drove up to the estate she would call home during her time in West Hollywood, her Aston Martin screeched to a halt in front of the luxurious driveway. She shot a irate look at the identical car closeby before letting herself in. Her heels tapping furiously on the marble floor, Helena marched through the front room and straight towards the balcony. She knew without even stopping to think that this was where she would find her, the only person who could infuriate her so much.

     

    Sure enough, there she was, lounging on a deck chair- scantily clad of course- and with a large hat covering her face. Helena snatched off the hat, and seethed “What the hell were you thinking?!”

     

    The figure on the chair looked up at Helena lazily, bringing up an arm to shield the sun. Not surprised at all, she drawled in a sarcastic voice “Well, hello to you too dear sister”

     

    Helena glared at the face that was identical to her own. “Estelle! This is not funny! How could you…aargh!” Helena was so frustrated she couldn’t put it to words. She walked a few steps away and walked back, and sat down abruptly.

     

    Estelle Peabody looked at her twin sister calmly. The best thing to do when she was like this, was to just let her scream it out. In the meantime, Estelle tried not to laugh at the melodramatic gestures- Helena had buried her face in her hands- and now she counted down to when Helena would burst out again. Three..two..one

     

    “Estelle!!” Helena looked at her smirking sister. “Why didn’t you answer my calls? What were you thinking?! I asked you to do one small favour and you..”

     

    “Small favour? Small?” Estelle interrupted, sitting up. “Helena. You asked me to pretend to be you! That’s not a small favour”

     

    “I asked you to be me for a few days, Estelle. Just the first few days when I was supposed to have moved here. But you,” Helena started fuming again “you’ve been avoiding my calls so I couldn’t come here and and…you’ve been me for months!”

     

    “Oh stop being so melodramatic Helena” Estelle replied crossly. “for your information, I was not avoiding you, I was just…occupied” with a certain blonde lady, she smiled to herself.

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    Comments

    1. Hey, this is really really creative vvitch! I was glued the whole way through. It’s a quality bit of writing that deserves to win! Would love to see this idea developed! ;)

    2. Brilliant v, absolutely Brilliant!! And oh sooo funny!! it would be so perfect if it was like this. Love you’re writing! can’t wait for whatever it is you bring out next! Fantastic job!

    3. i guess i have to stop typing my story since i had an evil twin in mind as well LOL..this was funny and totally explains the whole helena change

    4. OMG, brilliant! That is the perfect explanation, now I won’t be able to think of it any other way :D. Nice opening for BeLena, too. Damn, I wish I had a twin sister… a twin brother is so useless ;-)

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