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 It was then when I had the idea of me and my twin sharing feelings. Not every day, we were too busy for that, but when we had a peculiar feeling. So we did share, lots of them. Lisa was so gentle, she hardly had hard feelings. But I, who had a short-tempered mind and who still do, had a full piece of paper to share very often. But not only we wrote down feelings, but <The Anderson Twin's Rules.> We loved <Little Women>, and we read it several times. I told Lisa that she reminded me of both Beth and Amy, and she told me I reminded her of Jo. 

 I wanted - I still want -  to be an author when I grow up, and Lisa wants - I mean, wanted to be a artist. So, I wrote down our story in the best way I could, and Lisa drew pictures. That helped us stand the stress of Mom and Dad's fights.

 It was a November day when Mom and Dad called us and told us they were not living together. Lisa and I pleaded and begged not to, but the only answer that came back from each of them, was "no." Mom and Dad told us that we would have to be separated. I couldn't accept that. How could a pair of twin be separated? That was mad. We protested, but it was no use. I couldn't understand why both of us could stay with Mom. But Mom said we had to.

 Then there was the trial. With judges and lawyers. I couldn't hear them clearly, or say clearly my opinion, and couldn't even think clearly because of the tears which kept covering my eyes. But at the end of it, I learned that I would be living with Dad. But I would go to Mom's house when it is winter vacation, and to Dad's house when it's summer vacation. Also - the very most part I like about the trial -  was that Lisa and I could meet once a month. That cheered us up a little.

 But the life without her was terrible. Dad hired a person who did the house work, made meals and looked after me - shortly, a babysitter. She was pretty old, probably over 50. I forgot her name, but she told me to call her "Ash." School wasn't bad. But not fantastic. I kept having more and more hard feelings since I got an year older - oh, and I'm 13 years old now - and started missing Lisa so much. Meeting her was my only hope, and I know it was the same with my lovely twin.

 I spent 7 months that way. But then... Then... The big event came. The big event.

 Lisa died.

 A car hit her in the left hip which, she broke. It had been exactly 20 days before our birthday - July 30th. I can't say how my feeling was. But I didn't go out of the house for two weeks, crying all the time. I didn't go to school. I didn't play with my friends. Then my eyes went very bad, and Mom said(I stayed with her at the time) my health was bad, and I looked so white. And when I finally went out of the house, I felt like I was wakling without wearing my clothes, since Lisa, who had always been on my side, was gone.

 Honestly, I want to kill the driver. I didn't see Lisa's body, but Mom and Dad did. I begged, crying, kicking, having a fit, like a baby, but they said it was a too big impact for me. That was only a month ago.

 Now, I am going to write all about my twin and my feeling note, and our rules. I will write it now, save it, and I will publish it, when I am a great author.