Twin Trouble

                                    

                                          
I walk in the house to find my 13 year old twin daughters running around the house chasing each other. 
                          
"HEY" I yelled. 
                          
They stopped running and came up to me and hugged me. 
                          
"Hey mom" they said in unison 
                          
"Paris and Peyton" I said "why are you two running around the house" 
                          
"Because" Paris started "Peyton took my phone charger without asking me"
                          
"But mine broke" Peyton whined. 
                          
"I'll get you another one, but there is no reason to fight" I scolded. 
                          
"Yes, there is..." Paris said 
                          
"Why?" I asked "please tell me a reason why you two have to fight over every single thing" 
                          
"Because she took it without asking" Paris said giving Peyton a death glare. 
                          
"But...my phone was on 1% and it was about to die" Peyton complained. 
                          
"Okay number 1 your dad is going to be home soon and I'm telling him all about the fights and arguments you two have been having lately and number 2 y'all are sisters you shouldn't be fighting over every single thing and last but not least, number 3 you shouldn't be beating each other up like what y'all did last night, okay, I'm tired of you two fighting and chasing each other around for no apparent reason ...you girls need to stop" I fussed. 
                          
"But mom..." they whined in unison. 
                          
"But mom what?" I asked 
                          
"Please don't tell Dad" they begged. 
                          
"I'm telling him no matter what" I said. 
                          
They stormed off. 
                          
"You're so ugly" Peyton said
                          
"Bitch, we look the same" Paris said. 
                          
"What did you just say?" I asked Paris with a raised eyebrow. 
                          
"I-I said B-bitch" she stuttered. 
                          
"What did I tell you about cursing and calling your sister names?" I questioned Paris. 
                          
"You never told me anything" she said looking at the ground. 
                          
"Yes I did, now what did I tell you?" I asked her again. 
                          
"Y-You told m-me to n-never curse out m-my s-sister and to never u-use foul l-language" she stuttered once again. 
                          
"Okay good now I'll let your dad handle you two when he gets home" I said "now go to y'all's rooms, give me all of your electronics, I'll let your dad decide if he wants to punish you or not" 
                          
They handed me their things and went up to their rooms. 
                          
Now let's see what Shawn has to say.....



                          
PART 2??????


                          
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OKAY SOOO....I MADE THIS IMAGINE BECAUSE I WANT A TWIN SISTER AND IF I HAD A TWIN SISTER I WOULD CURSE HER OUT FIGHT HER ALL THE TIME LOL!! SOOO YEAH...THAT THOUGHT GAVE ME AN IDEA LOL!!

                          
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