"How was the skiing trip?" Ellie asked her twin brother, spread out on his bed as he typed away at his desk.

"It was good," he said, "Cold." He added, not looking away from his essay.

"How was Jackie?" Ellie asked, again. "Um... she was there," James shrugged, pulling his hand through his messy black ink hair as hew typed.

"I thought you liked her?" Ellie asked, frowning at her twins back th...

All of her life, everyone had told Persephone how perfect she was. With her perfect long black shiny hair, almond shaped blue eyes and athletic build. With her perfect grades, shiny clean record and wall full of awards. Persephone was the apple of her parents eye with her white smile and easygoing personality.

"My Persephone is going to be a surgeon, you know. So many science awards, and perfect ...

"Are you nervous?" her voice echoed all around him; inside him. "I'm not the one who should be nervous." He avoided her question because he was, in fact, extremely nervous as he stood in the dark alleyway, smoking and waiting. Waiting for her to slip up, finally.

Her laugh boomed out, crackling and crazy. "Your cute. Adorable even, what's your name?" Her question hung between them as he pondered...

A pink ribbon is tied in her short golden brown hair, she must have tied it in haste as it looks half undone as she takes coffee orders from the line in haste. She seems anxious today, her voice is more shrill than usual, her hands shake as she types the orders and her name tag is ascrew: Aurora. Even her eyes dart around nervously as I watch her.

I wonder if she's expecting someone, or afraid o...

It had been two weeks since Eliza had failed all five of her midterm exams. She had been the straight A girl all her life, the one who never got anything under 90%. What happened to her? It had been the pressure. It had crushed her and broken her instead of turning her into a diamond like her parents always told her.

So who could blame Eliza when she took the credit owed to Billy Jean? He wouldn'...

If I look at him, even a peek, I'm afraid I'll melt into a puddle.

It's just my luck that the elevator broke while I'm here with him. My boss. Who just fired me for being "too stupid for a brunette," whatever that means.

The silence is too loud, choking me as he scrolls his phone. I press myself to the wall opposite him, looking straight at the metal door, willing it to open. If the floor opened...

"You are going down."

At least that's what I think he mouths at me from across the room despite his teasing smile. I glare back at him, as I have this entire week of competing against him for the cooking competition we are both in. Yet I don't feel as much hate as I did now, in the final round, as I had in the start.

"In your dreams," I mouth back at him, making a face.

I don't need to win this...