Shrinking Violet

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SHRINKING VIOLET
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I am a twin. Unfortunately! It is not always easy being a twin. People expect you to:

look alike
think alike
dress alike
talk alike

They also expect you to:

sit together
walk together
play together
and
LOVE EACH OTHER TO BITS.

Some twins, I suppose, might do all these things.
We don't! We try out hardest not to.
My twin is called Lily. I am called Violet.
We are not identical. If anyone thinks we are, it is because they have not looked properly. "Oh! (they go) They are like two peas in a pod! How ever do you tell them apart?"
Lily says you would have to be blind to mistake her for me. But just to make sure, we always try to wear different clothes. When we can! Like, for instance, Lily will wear black jeans and I will wear red ones. She will wear an orange top and I will wear a white one. We can't do this at school because of the uniform, but most people at school have learnt to tell us apart. They know that Lily is the LOUD one and I am the quiet one. It's only, sometimes, bew teachers that get us in a muddle. But not for long. If one of us is shrieking, they know at once thjat it is Lily!
Dad calls her Lily Loudmouth because of all the noise she makes. He claps his hands to his ears and goes, "Here comes Lily Loudmouth!" She loves to dance, and sing along to her favourite music. I do, too, but I only do it when I am at home. Lily does it all over. At home, at school, in the street, in the shopping mall... everywhere! I would be too embarrassed.
Dad teases me and says I am a shrinking violet. Mum says I live too much in Lily's shadow. Lily just says I am a twonk.


This is a rhyme that I made up, but it is in my Secret Filofax hat I keep locked with a key. The key hangs around my nack on a special silver chain. I wouldn't want anyone reading the things that I keep in my Filofax! Also, I hate it if people call me Vi. I only did it for the rhyme. Violet is bad enough, but Vi is the pits.
The reason we've got these weird names is that Mum is a huge gardening person and her two most favourite flowers just happen to be the dear little shrinking violet and a great blustering lily thing that is covered in spots and grows about eight feet tall.
How she got to be Lily and I got ot be Violet was just a mistake. I was supposed to be Lily! I was born first (by five whole minutes) and L comes before V in th alphabet so Lily was going to be me. But what with us being twins, and all babies looking the same anyway, Mum went and got us mixed up. Our Nan - Big Nan - had knitted this cute little violet suit for one of us and a sweet little white on for the other, and Mum dressed us in wrong ones! The only way that she could tell which of us was which when we were first born was by this brown birthmark thingie, in other words spot, that Lily has on her bottom, if you will excuse the expression. It is just as well we have now grown up to look so different because who would want to keep gazing at Lily's, pardon me, bottom all the time? Ugh! Yuck! What a sight!
On the day of the christening, Mum says she was in such a flap, "I couldn't remember which of you had the spot on her bot!"
Then she laughs like she thinks it's really funny. Imagine! A mum not being able to tell her own babies apart! But I was the one that had to suffer. I mean... Violet. It's a granny name. Well past its sell-by date. Lily, I think, is quite cool, though Lily herself disagrees.
"Lily! Yuck. It's like skimmed milk... all white and flabby."
Dad once said that we should count out blessings. He said just think how much worse it could have been.
"Imagine if your mum's favourite flowers were nasturtium or geranium!"
Except that then I could have been Geranium, shortened to Gerry, which would be neat, and she could have been Nasturtium, shortened to Nasty. Which would suit her!
She's all right really, I suppose. Sometimes she can be quite nice, like when our cat Horatio went missing and I thought we'd never see him again and I cried and cried and couldn't stop. She put her arms round me and said, "Don't cry, Violet! He'll come back." Of course we were only little, then. Mum says ten is a bad age. She says, "When I was young you didn't start throwing tantrums tiill you were twelve or thirten. Now it's happening when you're ten."
She said it the other day when Lily went into a simply tremendous sulk about not being allowed to go to a party wearing a skirt that didn't even cover her knickers. Mum and Lily are always having battles over stuff that Lily wants to wear and that Mum doesn't think is suitable. The reason I don't have battles isn't that I'm a goody goody. which is what Lily says, it is just that I would be too shy. Like with singing and dancing in Tesco's! She swung upside down on a handrail the other day, in full view of absolutely everyone. I just nearly died! But Lily is a natural show off. She will probably be a movie star when she is older.
Well, anyway, that is about me and Lily. Now a bit about Horatio, that is our cat. Horatio is what Mum calls "a grand old gentleman". He is two years older than me and Lily! Black, with a white bib.
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I'm not really a twin, everyone. But I typed this story from a book and I thought it'll be interesting for you all to read!! Happy reading!

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