Double Vision by Tia Mowry Page A

didn’t exactly say or do anything wrong or mean or whatever. But she didn’t exactly act super friendly either. She mostly avoided me, and I caught her watching me with narrowed eyes more than a few times.
    I wasn’t too worried, though. All I needed was to find something to bond over with her, and we’d be good. But first we needed to spend more quality time together. Starting this weekend, I hoped.
    The weather had taken a turn toward the less-than-stifling over the past couple of days, so I pulled a striped cardigan from the bottom of a drawer and held it up, surveying myself in the mirror.
    â€œThat one’s cute,” Caitlyn spoke up. “But what about that hot-pink V-neck you got last year? That one really looks good on you.”
    I’d almost forgotten she was still in the room.“Hot-pink V-neck?” I echoed. “Oh, right, I can’t believe that one slipped my mind.”
    I dug into the drawer again. Aha, there it was. I’d bought the pink sweater at an end-of-season sale at the Alamo Quarry Market last spring, which meant I’d only had a chance to wear it once or twice. But Cait was right—I looked great in it.
    I smiled at my sister in the mirror. “Thanks for the tip.”
    â€œCool.” She smiled back.
    As I slipped on the sweater over a white T, I thought about Cait. Sure, she could be a pain sometimes with all the happy-shiny-bright-side stuff. But she was still my sister. Why should she get stuck in Nerd Central while I lived it up with the cool kids? Maybe once I was more firmly established in the popular crowd, I could start working her in, too.
    Especially if she got over wanting to talk about our visions all the time.
    Now that the visions had gotten me what I wanted, I was ready for them to end. Or at leastmake sure they stayed out of my way.
    WHEN I GOT to school, I stopped by my locker before heading to Megan’s. The halls were crowded, and after dodging around a cluster of giggling seventh graders, I finally spotted her. She was leaning against the locker with Lavender, whispering and shooting looks at Gabe Campbell, who was swearing as he tried to wrestle open his locker nearby.
    My eyes widened as soon as I got close. Lavender looked up and saw me, too, and her jaw dropped.
    â€œAre you kidding me?” she exclaimed.
    She was wearing my sweater! Okay, it wasn’t exactly the same—hers was a crewneck with a little row of rhinestones around the collar. But it was pretty much the identical shade of hot pink.
    Gabe finally managed to yank open his locker. He looked around defiantly, as if daring anyone to laugh or say anything. Then his gaze settled on me and Lavender.
    â€œWhoa!” he blurted out with a laugh. “Check it out—I guess Lavender caught some of the twins’ crazy after all. Is that the new uniform for school losers?”
    His loud, snorting laughter attracted attention from other kids, including Biff and Brent, who were horsing around nearby. The two jocks came closer.
    â€œHey, it’s the Pink Ladies!” Brent said. “Can I join if I wear my pink sweater?”
    â€œAw, not fair,” Biff joked. “Pink’s totally not my color, dude!”
    Lavender’s poisonous glare settled on me. “You are so not wearing that today,” she said icily. “Seriously.”
    â€œWhatever.” I peeled off the V-neck quickly and shoved it into my bag. “It’s way too hot for wool anyway.”
    So not true. My T-shirt was thin, and goose bumps were already rising on my arms. But I wasn’t about to let that show.
    Megan was glancing from me to Lavender with an uncertain smile. “Great minds think alike, right, girls?” she said.
    Lavender already looked less annoyed now that my sweater was out of sight. “Yeah, well, some of us aren’t interested in being a twin.” She shot me aninsincere smile. “No offense.”
    â€œIt’s