Then I almost reeled. I’d wondered how twins of different sexes could look so much alike, but I thought that hey, it could happen, right? But then I thought; nope. I raised my hand and said, “Excuse me Miss Platt but Van and I have to go see…something about his sister…sorry.” And I grabbed his arm, pulled him to his feet, and dragged him out of class. I dragged him down the hall to the girls’ bathroom, checked that it was empty, pulled us inside, and locked the door behind us. It wasn’t exactly empty, however, as there was a girl vomiting in one of the stalls, but I knew she’d never tell on me if I never told on her. Annabelle. She did this all the time, and she cut herself, too.