CLARK POV:
Sometimes, I seriously wonder if Clare and I were actually twins… or just two lookalike babies accidentally swapped at the hospital. I mean, sure, we share the same face—mirror images, really—but beyond that?
Total opposites.
Where I'm calm, responsible, and mildly obsessed with punctuality, she's chaotic, lazy, and somehow allergic to schedules.
So aside from the fact that we have the same face, there's almost nothing alike about us. I think the hospital somehow sent our parents home with a lookalike stray and I peg the stray to be Clare.
I mean, look at us now: I've been dressed, packed, and done with breakfast for nearly half an hour. Meanwhile? Clare's still in the shower, probably using it as an excuse to nap standing up. She's still in the shower with only ten minutes left before school starts. If it weren't for our parents guilt-tripping me with the "family sticks together" speech, I would've left her lazy ass behind ages ago.
