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met the Olsen twins?” Olivia was trying to answer, but people kept interrupting.
    “Did
you always know you had a twin?” a girl in a red beret shouted.
    Sort
of, Ivy thought.
Looking back, she had always felt like something was missing in her life, but
she had never known what it was until the day she found Olivia.
    In the
middle of the classroom, greasy-haired Garrick Stephens, probably the lamest
vampire in the whole school, got up on top of a desk. “Does anybody have any
questions about when I climbed out of a coffin during a funeral?” he called.
Garrick and his boneheaded friends—aka the Beasts—had recently sparked a witch
hunt on national TV that had almost revealed the existence of vampires. Now he
was clearly jealous that someone else was getting all the attention. Somebody
threw an eraser at his head, and he lost his balance and fell off the desk. Ivy
couldn’t keep from laughing, and a girl in front of her looked around and
gasped.
    “It’s
Ivy! The twin!” she gasped.
    The
words “Ivy” and “twin” rippled through the crowd. People turned their heads to
look. Uh-oh, thought Ivy.
    “When
one of you gets hurt, does the other one feel it?”
    “Why
don’t you have the same color eyes?”
    “Do
you have any matching birthmarks?” Soon everyone was shouting and talking and crowding
around Ivy as well as Olivia. Instead of attempting to answer anyone’s
question, Ivy focused on trying not to fall over in the stampede. Suddenly an
earsplitting whistle rang out.
    Immediately,
the crowd hushed. At the front of the room, Camilla was standing with one hand
in the air authoritatively, the other to her lips. She looked like a traffic
cop.
    “Everyone
stand still!” she commanded. Then Camilla jumped off the desk and pushed
through the crowd. Grabbing Ivy’s hand, she dragged her back to stand next to
Olivia.
    The
sisters exchanged nervous looks. “You said nobody was going to read the
article!” Ivy whispered.
    “Oops.”
Olivia shrugged.
    The
room lit up with flashes from camera phones as people took pictures of the
sisters side by side. “Ivy and Olivia can only answer one question at a time!”
Camilla announced. “If you have a question, raise your hand.” Scores of hands
shot into the air.
    Camilla
was about to choose one, when a familiar high-pitched voice screeched, “Get out
of my way!” The crowd parted, and Charlotte Brown—neighbor, nemesis, and
cheerleading captain—shoved her way to the front. She looked from Ivy to Olivia
with narrowed eyes. As her sidekicks, Katie and Allison, appeared behind her,
she nodded.
    “This
explains a lot,” Charlotte told her friends, as if Ivy and Olivia couldn’t hear
her from five feet away.
    Then
Charlotte plastered an insincere look of sympathy on her face. “Don’t worry,
Olivia,” she said loudly, “the cheerleading squad will stand by you no matter
what.”
    All at
once, Ivy’s embarrassment gave way to annoyance. She trained her death squint
on Charlotte Brown and was about to unleash an acid comeback when the bell
rang.
    Charlotte
spun on her heel and headed for the door, her minions in tow. The rest of the
crowd also started pouring out of the room.
    Toby
Decker, clearly delighted with the attention his story was receiving, patted
Olivia and Ivy encouragingly on their backs as he squeezed past. “Maybe we
shouldn’t have told anyone,” Ivy said under her breath to her sister.
    Olivia
nodded and then grinned. “But, since we did, maybe we should have worn matching
outfits!”
    As she
made her way among the tables at lunch, people Olivia didn’t even know kept
inviting her to sit with them. Luckily, she spotted Ivy’s pale hand waving at
her from a table near the window, where she was hiding behind Brendan. Olivia
hurried over.
    “Craziness!”
Olivia sang, setting down her tray across from her sister.
    “Brendan
has heard that somebody is selling pictures of us on eBay,” Ivy said wryly.
    “Bidding’s
already up to ten