aren't compared the way girl-girl pairs are. They just aren't. People don't even really see Roman and Tessa as twins. Brothers aren't compared the same way, either. Not that they don't compete with each other. But... I don't know. I'm running a list of all the brothers I know in my head right now and there isn't a “cute” one or a “smart” one. They're Thomas, Justin, Tyler, Noah, Harry, Evan... They're who they are and that's it. I get that people need to differentiate twins—even twins that aren't identical like Claire and I—but do they have to be so critical about it? Like why couldn't it just be based on our interests and not things we can't control? Even then, though, it would still be shoving us in categories we don't want to be in. So what, i'd be short-distance-and-cello girl? I just want to be Alice! Just let me be ALICE. Not that any of what I just wrote can be turned in for a grade... but that's what I struggle with. The fact that, because I have a twin sister, i'll never get to be me in her presence. She'll never get to be her in my presence. Well, except when we're with Balto. Balto's the only one who doesn't care—he's the only one who sees us as equal. Maybe people should be more like dogs.
BROKEN LEG, BROKEN DREAMS, BY ALICE ASTON
I broke my leg at the start of summer 2010. I tripped going up the stairs and fell all the way down. Next thing you know, my right leg was in a cast from my knee to my toes. No running, no playing with Balto (Claire's and my dog), no swimming... no fun.