On Amy's first day at Annie's lyceé, it became obvious to her that it was nothing like Parkside. As soon as she walked into the building, hostile stares greeted her every move. Whenever she passed, people turned away, and whispered.
"Another one. What is this world coming to?"
"Annie is the last person who should ever have a twin."
"I heard her name's Amy. American, I guess."
"I don't like her."
At first Amy figured that the idea of her being an alien was what bothered them, but the stares seemed not to come out of disrespect, but almost out of fear, as if Amy's body was covered in a deadly and vulgar substance that could kill them.
"Deux Annies?" Amy heard a girl say to her friend.
Amy had always paid attention in French, and considered herself one of the top students. However, striking up a conversation wasn't as easy as she thought it would be.
"Non," Amy responded. "Je suis le soeur de Annie," she explained. Well…it wasn't quite the truth, but Amy knew that people would believe it anyway. But even that didn't stop the angry glares.
By lunchtime, Amy was dumbfounded by the way she had been treated around the school. People avoided her like the plague, and this was supposed to be the "safe haven," away from L.A.
Annie smiled when she greeted Amy at lunch. "So…do you like your new school?"
Amy slammed her tray down on the table. "What's with the people here? They won't even give me the time of day…and earlier I heard someone referring to me as 'another Annie.' What's going on here?"
"Well…" Annie began. "It's simple. They are afraid of us."
Amy didn't understand. How could they fear her? Although she didn't have numerous friends, she was usually pretty nice to people. "Why?" Amy asked.
Annie giggled lightly. "Is it not obvious? We are the elite! We are what they will never be! In all things considered, our race is simply superior to theirs. We don't get sick, we don't start wars, and there's no vanity or jealousy because everyone is alike.
Amy was uncomfortable with the direction that the conversation was taking, but didn't say much. She didn't think that the alien race was better than anyone else, but she could understand why Annie felt this way. If Annie had been treated like an outcast for her whole life, it was no wonder.
"Oh," Annie sighed. "I see. You are still hanging on to your old friends. But soon enough you will become tired of their narrow-mindedness. In time, you'll appreciate what we really are."