The crowd cheers as I hit the winning home run. One swing, and the ball is out of the park. As I whip around the bases, I catch my mom and younger sister Minnie standing and clapping in the crowded bleachers. My other sister, Mimmie, is sitting and sulking, with a doll wedged between her and her crossed arms. Typical Mimmie. She and Minnie are identical twins, but to me, they're nothing alike. Mimmie hates having to go to my baseball games, and always complains about the crowds, the hot metal bleachers, how bored she is, and so on. Mom makes her go anyway. Skeeter
: He's real brainy. Scooter
: She's athletic. Skeeter
: We're so different... Scooter
: It's pathetic.
She does stunts and
I assist her Skeeter
: He's my brother! Scooter
: And they tell me she's my sister!
Paris: I think Jenny really likes you.
Kim: Yeah, I know.
Paris: I thought the feeling was mutual.
Kim: How many times do I have to tell you? I like Megan, but she won't give me the time of day.
Paris: What is the difference?
Kim: You can't be serious.
Paris: They're the Delaney sisters, Harry! They're twins!
Are you kidding? They're nothing alike. Jenny's aggressive and sometimes annoying. But Megan, she's quiet, artistic, and she's got that cute little dimple in her right cheek.
"Our attitudes may not show it, but we were hatched at the same time. We're your little twins."
The twins were so alike as to be indistinguishable in outside appearance, although they could be told apart by scent. Dayhunter was not a clever cat, but goodhearted and very chatty. His brother, Nightcatcher, was very quiet.
"But as different as we were, we were the perfect team."