My twin and I were like peas-in- a-pod, same brown eyes with long dark lashes, same waist-length brown/black hair, same dusky skin and same shyness. We even had the same habit of saying ‘oops’ and giggling when something went wrong. It had been fine when we were children but as we grew we wanted to be different. She took up belly dancing - I took up gymnastics. I focused on exercise and balance, wearing leotards and tights. She became something exotic in sequins and chiffon. Because of this choice we grew apart and became as unalike as moth and butterfly.1
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This was a story written for a Queensland competition. Wattle found it for me but I can't enter because I live in a different state. (the state of confusion generally 
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Please tell me what you think
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It's quite short; is this going to grow into a longer piece? It's a nice view into the narrator's life, but I wish there was more of it. Still, you do get the point aross about growing and changing to become individuals, rather than falling into the usual sameness of twins.
beginning: 3, language: 3, plot: 2, ending: 3, dialog: 2, characters: 3.
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