When Emery woke up this morning, she felt an undeniable urge to vomit. So she did. Right on her floor at 5 am.

Once done she quickly got up and proceeded to clean it. Of course the street food she ate cause it was a dollar was right there on the floor. Along with what looked to be something red. It could have been blood or ketchup but she was too tired to check as she mopped the mess away.

What terrible way to spend the day. A bad omen really.

Then the day got progressively worst. Call centers often have a reputation for having irate clients but for Emery it back to back so much so she needed to take swig of beer before ending the last few hours of her shift. She’s been at this too long to cry about customers like this. Instead she’ll probably develop an alcohol problem or any other vice just like her seniors at work.

When she was on her way to get dinner, of course she had to get her phone snatched by a man on a bike. Hope he realizes its not an Iphone and decides to bring it back.

Literally no snatcher ever.

So with no way to call or even pay for an Uber, Emery walked her way back to her house in pain and endlessly tired. Man if only someone could take her place and let her hibernate for month to get rid of all this stress she would want nothing more.

When she arrived at her apartment, the lights were already on and someone was cooking something very delicious in the kitchen.

“Hey, Sis.” Emily her wanted sister smiled at her. “I’m going to need to hide here for a bit.”

Emery fucking knew it. All these terrible things today added up to the most terrible thing that could happen.

Emily.

Her wanted sister. The government wants her because she’s a spy selling sensitive information. North Korea wants her cause she managed to escape. Her bounty used to be everywhere until people gave up cause she was nowhere to be found. Many assumed she was dead.

Emery was just relieved cause she didn’t have to be in danger anymore. She was always the coward of the 2 so whenever people wanting to find Emily would come around, naturally Emery was a victim.

The curse of being a twin.

Dropping her bag, Emery said. “Then pose as me until you leave. Again.” It was an ultimatum. Emery always had the short end of the stick whenever her sister came around but not this time.

Emily closed the stove and transferred the cook food to a plate. “You should eat. You don’t make sense when you’re hungry.”

“I mean it. Act as me while you hide. I need to sleep.”

“You could quit and find a better job you mean.”

“With the bills I have to pay and my face looking exactly like yours? Yeah right.” Emery was practically blacklisted at every fair paying company for looking like the most wanted woman in America. Not that there were many to begin with.

“Emery, that’s crazy.”

“Says miss most wanted herself.” Emery crossed her arms. “I’m not hiding you without something in it for me again.”

“Sis-“

Holding up a hand, Emery said. “Apapa don’t pull that sis thing on me. We havent been sisters for years, Emily.”

“We have different hair.”

“Good thing I have scissors and I do cut my own.”

“I don’t know what you do for work.”

“Just bullshit it like every other thing you did. It always works out for you somehow.”

“Being in hiding is so not working out.”

“Good thing, you’ll be me for bit while I sleep then.” Emery grabbed the plate of food from Emily and decided to eat on the bed.

Emily had no choice as there was nowhere else to go. Next day, she was expertly lying to customers to calm them down.