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Category: Young Adult/Teen
Publisher: Eiworth Publishing
Type: Fiction
Pages: 254
ISBN: 0955367239
Copyright: August 1, 2006

Door and her twin sister get along - just about. But Door has misgivings. She is tall and thin like a beanpole, her sister is petite and beautiful. How on earth can they be family? Door starts to belileve she is from another planet – or else the rest of the family is from outer space. Read the stirring saga of the ungainly sibling who suddenly turns into a beautiful swan.

CHAPTER ONE ________________________________________ Door and Dee Brevington were non-identical, fourteen year old twins who lived with their parents in Chelsea, which was one of the most expensive areas in London. But, unlike the wealthy residents who lived in the swish houses with intricate security systems and sky-high gates, the Brevington family were impoverished. The simple reason why the Brevingtons weren’t rich like their neighbours, was because Mr. Brevington was a lowly paid writer whose academic books on the Ancient World didn’t sell many copies. ‘They’re masterpieces,’ he insisted. However, the family was able to live in the exclusive area, because they were sitting tenants in their spacious garden flat, which Mr. Brevington had been fortunate to rent for a very low sum since before the twins were born. Although the twins were non-identical, they more or less got on. But, they were so unalike in every way, that Door secretly thought she was from another planet or more likely adopted. It wasn’t such a daft idea, for not only did she look completely different from her pretty twin sister Dee, but she didn’t remotely resemble her parents either. While they more or less looked normal, in comparison she looked like some kind of freak, for she was a six-foot tall slouching beanpole, whose wild mushroom brown hair stuck out like a tangled mess of barbed wire. It was no wonder she thought she was an outsider. For, while Door looked liked like an unruly giant, her twin sister Dee was a dainty creature whose glossy, black hair cascaded down her back like a rippling waterfall. Mrs. Brevington’s theory for the twins being so un- alike was, they were born under different sun signs which meant they didn’t share the same birthday. ‘Door was born just before midnight on the last day of Taurus, the sign of the bull while Dee was born the following day on the first day of Gemini, the sign of the twins,’ Ma explained. But, Door didn’t swallow her mother’s mumbo-jumbo, for if she and Dee had come from the same egg, it wouldn’t have mattered what sun signs they were born under as they would have shared some characteristics, whatever they were. As it was, they shared none. Although, the twins were like two misshapen peas in a tin, they had learned to tolerate each other from an early age, which was just as well, as they had to share a bedroom. Although, the Brevingtons’ large flat had a spare room which should have belonged to one of the twins now that they were teenagers, it was rented by an endless succession of anonymous lodgers. That was because the Brevingtons always needed the extra cash. However, Door and Dee hadn’t realised they were poor when they were growing up, because during their childhood they had been given oodles of love and affection by their parents. But, now that the twins were teenagers, they realised their parents weren’t rich like their neighbours. If Door and Dee wanted extra pocket money which was most of the time, they had to work for it. ‘Let’s make some toadstool earrings to sell to Ma’s friends,’ Dee would suggest. ‘Let’s make the bumblebee ones instead,’ Door would argue. For, although Mr. Brevington gave his beloved daughters as much money as he could afford, it was never enough. Door and Dee didn’t realise their parents were eccentric. Even ‘though Mr. Brevington spent most of his time holed up in his office, a dank and gloomy cubicle which looked out onto the neat communal gardens at the back of the flat. Pa never noticed the ancient trees and rhodedendrum bushes however, as he was always in another world, dreaming and scribbling about dead as dodo creatures with his beloved quill pen. His resultant textbooks on the Ancient World were so highbrow, that ‘A’ level students who were forced to study them at school, found the books so heavy going, that in comparison they found Latin a doddle. Not that the twins thought Pa was a ponderous or boring old soul. To them, he was a bumbling professor type who wore his long grey hair in a be- draggled ponytail. Although, the girls respected their father, they thought of him as a rather remote figure, due to him being closeted inside his cubicle day and night. They didn’t understand that although Pa was extremely fond of his family, he loved his work more. And, when the girls did see him shuffling to and fro from his study, he was more often than not, dressed in his ancient slippers, pyjamas and shabby dressing gown, because most days, he was so immersed in his work, he simply forgot to get dressed. ‘The man in a dressing gown,’ Door would grumble and mumble, wondering why wasn’t he like her friends’ fathers who went to work early in the morning, dressed in a suit. While Pa was a shadowy figure, flitting around the flat like an affable bat, Ma was so vivacious that she sizzled like an ignited stick of dynamite. She had been considered such a great beauty in her youth, that she could have married anyone she wanted. That’s why none of her friends understood why she picked Mr. Brevington. But, Mrs. Brevington ended up with Mr. Brevington for one reason only. She had fallen in love with him. ‘I could have been a great artist,’ she repeatedly told the twins while relentlessly driving them around to their ballet classes, piano lessons, singing classes and any other class, which was classified as an ‘extra’ on the National School Curriculum. Private classes which Mrs Brevington paid for out of her own money, money which she used her wits to plot and plan and scrape together each week, as Mr. Brevington who paid the flat’s low rent and bills gave her just enough cash to buy groceries each week. There was no question of Mrs. Brevington going out to work, for she was too busy making sure the flat didn’t resemble a bomb site day after day. And besides, what employer in their right mind would hire her? For, more often than not, she wore moth bitten mini-skirted costumes and a paintbrush sticking out of her flame coloured locks, which she usually, absent- mindedly stuck there after one of her painting sessions. Although, Door and Dee didn’t think their mother’s bohemian appearance was odd when they were younger, now that they were teenagers, they found her a bit embarrassing to go out with. But, nevertheless, they could see she was a very striking woman, what with her attractive, animated face and flamboyant manner. ‘You get my good looks from me,’ Mrs. Brevington often told the twins, which made Door cringe and gnash the braces on her teeth, for she knew she looked nothing like her. She was convinced she was some kind of changeling, as even her toes looked different from the rest of her family. On the other hand, it was obvious that Dee was Ma’s blood daughter, for although their facial features weren’t the same nor their hair colouring, they had the same porcelain coloured skin. It just wasn’t fair, Door constantly thought but she was determined to keep her suspicions to herself until she proved she was from outer space or more likely, adopted. Then, she’d show them!                                        

 

 

 



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