310. A REDHEAD STALKER
ABIGAIL
Of all the brilliant ideas I’ve ever had, this one went way past terrible.
I was heading home pretty pissed at Hannah, my twin sister, though honestly we barely looked alike.
Like... why did she always have to act like Dad’s skirted version?
Oh wait, not even in a skirt. There’s no way that huge ass of hers would fit inside a dress.
She loved going full tomboy in pants, picking fights with anything that crossed her path and playing the heroine.
When she told me she was going into that s