The Curses: The Twins

In the history of the world there may have never been two identical twins who were any more different that Sarah, and Samantha Cagel. The sisters were born on the 9th of March 1998, to their parents Brent and Addison Cagel.

Their parents were nothing special their mother worked in a doctor’s office as a receptionist while their father worked as a supervisor on a construction crew. Their father was given to drink and their mother was a reluctantly reformed party girl.

So the girls upbringing was uneven to say the least. They attended church sporadically. They attempted youth sports just every once in a while, and after school activities only when their parents had a vehicle that ran for more than a few months at a time.

They lived in a rural area in a doublewide trailer that had been in the Cagel family for close to thirty years. While both grew up in the same house under the same rules. The two of them were very different people. People often called Sarah the day light of the two sisters, and Samantha was after called the night, so as to describe them both.

Sarah took every life lesson the girls were given and put them into action. She worked hard and excelled in school. She believed in the rules so much so that the idea of breaking any of them made her physically sick. She was the best of the two parents.

Samantha on the other hand didn’t listen to very many of the life lessons they were given and the few she did hear she twisted to her advantage. She had been promiscuous, and was barely getting through school. She was the worst of the two parents.

Still both were pretty young ladies. Who had the eyes of several young men upon them. Samantha was the popular mean girl, while Sarah was the student body president and was friends with several different groups of people.

The two sisters very rarely ever socialized together and as a matter of fact disliked each other a great deal. Samantha more than once had tried to get her sister in trouble by claiming to be her when she landed in trouble. That trick had not worked since the two had both been in elementary school because even though the two looked just alike everyone could tell them apart from their attitudes and their behavior.
Still Samantha found ways to at least cause inconvenience her sister with her bad behavior. It never failed that ay time Samantha pulled one of her crazy stunts or got herself into trouble Sarah always ended up in the middle of it because she would always be mistaken for her more troublesome sister in the beginning. This had only become more of an issue since Samantha had taken up acting like her sister whenever she was caught in the middle of something.

Just a year before during their Junior year of high school Sarah had been mixed up with her sister no less than a dozen times. She had been detained and question by everyone from school nurses, teachers, gas station attendants, and police. The trouble was normally sorted out pretty quickly but not always.

Once she had been held at the local sheriff’s office questioned her about some mischief that Samantha had gotten into, all the while trying desperately to explain that she was just her twin and that she had not done anything wrong.

She had sounded like a crazy person and it wasn’t until she got her parents to the office that the problem was cleared up and Samantha returned the things she had taken from some guys house that she barely knew.

Almost every night Sarah prayed for a way to look different from her sister, some way that would be easy for people to tell them apart. Instead each day they looked same. Sarah had attempted a number of different things such a hair styles. Her sister copied them.

The main difference between the sisters was that while both had athletic gifts Sarah used hers in the pool while Samantha used hers as a cheerleader. That was really the only place that Sarah got a chance to get away from her sister. Samantha wasn’t the swimmer that Sarah was and Sarah was not about the whole pom-pom ass shaking that her sister seemed to enjoy.

Once senior year came around Sarah had a found a boy friend, which at the time seemed really wonderful, right until the moment she caught Samantha making out with him on their living room couch. Samantha always had boys around. At any given moment she had several in play, but Sarah had always been very careful about boys. She didn’t sleep around and she wasn’t about to start now. Sarah and Brandon had been taking things pretty slow but they were a couple.

Samantha didn’t really like that her sister had found a boyfriend and so she acted like Sarah just long enough to get him caught with his pants down. The fight ended with police being called their house and the two girls being separated.

Sarah was at her wits end with her sister and so to cool off she went for a walk. She didn’t know how long she walked or even in what direction she just knew that she wanted to be away from her sister. She seriously thought about never going back. Instead she knew that would just mean that her sister would win. The idea of her sister winning and pushing her out of her own life made her sick. There had to be a way to make her pay, a way to get back at her for all the things she had done. Some way to make the two of them different, a way to show the world just how terrible her sister was.

After a while she found herself in a nearby park and so she sat on one of the swings. The sun was beginning to set. Leaving the sky a kind of orange/purple mixture that hung just above the trees. She started slowly swinging. Something about swinging helps ease the mind. She closed her eyes for a few minutes wishing that she could be seen as different from her sister. That those around them could see Samantha for the big traitor and troublemaker she was.

A voice from in front of her snapped her eyes open in a flash. “ You know, I think I understand what it’s like to have someone make your life really hard on you.” Sarah scared at having her private moment interrupted put her feet on the ground and harshly stopped the swing. “What do you know about my problems” she asked the stranger?

“Only what I have heard you saying for the past couple of minutes.” Sarah didn’t know that there had been anyone in the park when she had started swinging. Let alone that she had been speaking out loud. Sarah looked at the person who was before her for the first time. It was a young woman holding a little boy. Sarah apologized for the harshness of her tone a moment before and the stranger with the child just brushed it off. “It’s not a problem trust me I understand having people toy with your emotions and your life.”
The woman sat the little boy down on the ground and told him he could play for a few more minutes but to not wonder off to far she needed to keep an eye on him. She then sat in the swing next to Sarah.

Sarah looked at the woman trying to place the face and could not. Her town wasn’t very big but she was pretty sure she didn’t know the woman next to her. She was surprised at how attractive the woman seemed to be though given the time of night and the fact that she had a little boy with her. She was not used to seeing mothers who looked like this woman.

The stranger seemed to notice Sarah trying to figure out who she was and what her story was. The stranger stuck her hand out toward Sarah “My name is Rachel. I’m not from around here. So you can’t stop trying to figure out if you know me. I just moved here with Lawson.” She pointed over at the boy. “He’s not mine, but he is mine. Long story there.” Rachel smiled at Sarah a moment before Sarah shook hands with this woman.

“Nice to meet you Rachel.” “Nice to meet you as well.” Sarah understood the long pause at the end of the woman’s sentence. She was waiting for Sarah to share her name. “Oh I’m sorry my name is Sarah.” “Sarah, well it’s very nice to meet you Sarah.” The two talked for a little bit as the sun sank lower and lower behind the trees. Sarah getting the first chance in a long time to explain just how she felt about her sister and what she had just done to her and how she had embarrassed her. Just as the last bit of light was about to sink out of the sky for the day the little boy named Lawson came back up to Rachel taking her left hand and tried very hard to pull her up off the swing.
Sarah and Rachel both laughed a quick laugh. Rachel stood up taking the boy up into her arms. “OK buddy we are going to go.” Looking at Sarah she whispered “not a huge fan of the dark, but who can blame him right. You had best get on home yourself. If I were you I wouldn’t worry about your sister any more I am pretty sure she will get what is coming to her.”

She shook Sarah’s hand again and turned to leave. “If you ever want to talk about it again Lawson and I will be around here most days I think. He seems to like this park.” Sarah was non committal but deep down she thought she might come back and talk to this woman again some time. She smiled as she saw the woman and the boy walk away into the distance the boy and woman in what looked like very serious discussion.

As she walked home from the little park she felt better just having talked to someone for a few minutes about her sister and how she made her feel. The closer to home she got though the more she dreaded the fight that would take place.
As she walked in her mother simply just walked up to her and embarrassed her in her arms. “Baby I’m so sorry.” Her mother who was not normally very emotional understood the betrayal that had taken place, even her father who didn’t say much about anything hugged her and told her how sorry he was.

Samantha sat alone on the couch that just a short while ago she and Brandon had been making out on. She stood and approached her sister. She whispered a “I’m sorry.” Only the words didn’t reach her eyes. Sarah knew she was being made to say this by her parents who really were. Sarah wanted to scream and shout at her twin sister but instead simple words came out of her mouth. Words that had been on her mind but words that she had never thought she would say aloud in front of her sister. Words that she wasn’t sure where they came from. “You’re not sorry, you never have been, but soon you will be. This town and everyone around will get to see just how big a loser you really are.” She felt compelled to put her hand on Samantha and she continued “Samantha you always want to be the center of attention, so very soon you will be. People will see you for the freak that you really are.” She broke contact with her sister and rush away from the little living room back to her bedroom.

She was shaking all over she didn’t know where the strength had come from to say the things she had just said but she was glad that she had said them. She wasn’t even sure what it all meant but for some reason she couldn’t wait until tomorrow when the sun would come up and people would see her sister.  

She was so excited that she hardly slept that night. She didn’t know what she expected but she just knew something was going to happen and people would get to see what her sister had done.

Samantha had not slept very well that night either. While she didn’t really care about what she had done to her sister, she was afraid of what she was going to do to show people what she had done. While she was no saint she didn’t need her friends seeing her do what she did to her sister. It didn’t look good and she knew it.

The sisters both got ready that morning each one feeling like something was going to happen but neither one sure just what was going to happen. Of course Samantha was in her cheerleading uniform as a prep rally was scheduled that day. But she was having second thoughts on going in at all since her sister had pretty much said she was going to show everyone what she had done. Still she was pretty sure her sister wouldn’t do that. Still she was a little afraid.

The two rode together in their mom’s car to school in total silence. Once to the school the two sisters went their separate ways. Samantha couldn’t be happier to be away from her sister. Sarah walked into the school building and to her locker where she saw Brandon standing waiting for her. He tried to explain himself and Sarah understood but she was still pretty upset that he couldn’t tell the difference.

Samantha walked to her locker, which was on a different hall from her sister, and of course her friends were all there. She felt better seeing them all there waiting on her. She chatted and laughed with her friends for a while before she grabbed a few things out of the locker that she would need for her morning classes. She didn’t work very hard in school but she still had to put on the show that she was trying a little.

The first bell rang and so everyone started moving toward there first class of the morning and the hall ways started clearing out pretty quickly. Samantha like her friends stayed a little longer letting everyone they deemed beneath them scurry around. It was ok if they were a few minutes late they were the popular kids and none of that really mattered to them any way.

So after a few more moments Samantha and her group of cohorts began moving toward their different classes. Samantha stopped by in the girls room just down the hall from her class. She walked up to the mirror to check her makeup one last time. Making sure she looked perfect. When she noticed something that was not perfect. Her hair which was perfect was not doing something that it did all the time it wasn’t covering her ears. The top tip of her ears were just poking through her hair. That never happened because her ears were not big enough to do that. So she pulled her hair back into a pony tail just so she could see what the problem was. Her normally small cute little ears were maybe twice as big as they normally were. They looked the same just much bigger that they had ever been.

Then right before her very eyes they grew even larger again almost doubling in size. They were each almost the size of her head. “This can’t be happening this can’t be real.” But it was. She touched them and she could feel how real they were. She dropped her hair trying to cover them and it was a useless gesture. Her hair could not cover them. Just as the shock of that started to ebb away she looked in the mirror and saw her slim petite hands that were madly trying to cover her huge ears grow larger. The one ring on her hand grew much tighter on her finger as they grew longer. She put her hands on the sink in front of her and watched in horror as her fingers grew longer than a number 2 pencil. They didn’t stop there though they just kept growing. She felt sick. She wanted to throw up but also the idea of being in the school where people could see her was over whelming. She tried to grab everything she had with her and rushed for the bathroom door but her still growing hands where uncoordinated and she was not as quick at it as she would have liked. After a few moments of struggling she made it to the door and was in the hallway where a few stranglers were still trying to get to class they saw her and she panicked. People could see the freak she had become. Only she was not finished becoming.

Tightness was developing in her chest. She looked down to see right before her very eyes her perfect ample breasts began to swell. That wouldn’t be to bad she though boys always liked big boobs. But the people around her were gapping at her and soon they had called more people from the classrooms to see just what was happening to her. Her normally perky softball sized breasts were becoming almost cartoonish in size as they swelled past volleyball size. Her uniform top feeling and showing the strain raised up her mid section before having seams pop and rip. “Oh my God this can’t be happening to me.” She screamed “Help me please.” She was scared and with good reason. All this was happening and it was happening in front of everyone she knew. Her chest would not stop growing but soon she noticed that was not the only thing that was getting bigger. Her hands and ears had stopped but now her arms grew longer and longer first reaching past her waist then past her knees when her elbows reached below her waist she was quite the sight. All arms, hands, ears and boobs. The shoulders were next as they grew wider ripping the back completely out of her uniform top it being torn to shreds it fell harmlessly to the ground. Her over taxed sports bra was going to go before very much longer and really at this point only served to keep the nipples covered. And just as she thought that she watched helplessly as her nipples became hard and grew pointier than nipples had any right to. Her breasts, which had now grown past the size of a basketball tore the bras to pieces and where they had once been fresh and perky they now hung and sagged under their enormous weight. They made to cover her midsection. Touching the very top of the skirt that she was wearing.

Samantha yelled for her sister and before she knew it their eyes met and Samantha knew then that her sister had no more idea of what was happening to her than she did. Yet she saw Sarah smile at her and mouth the words “you asked for this.” Samantha understood that she had done some pretty bad things but nothing like this.

Samantha looked all kinds of wrong her upper body was all bent out of shape. Arms and hands too big and too long. Parts of her face had outgrown the rest of her. To make it worse her lower body had went unchanged. That is until that very thought ran through her head. Her thighs swelled quickly to twice the size had been her calves soon followed suit. Her feet stretched and widened bursting her shoes to pieces on the floor joining the top and bra that already succumbed to the unexplainable growth that was attacking her body. He waist began to narrow un-naturally almost as if she was wearing an invisible corset. This caused her skirt to start to slide off of her body before her hips though exploded out giving her an extreme hourglass type shape to her body. The backside expanded out almost in a perfect roundness causing her underwear to slip up into her behind as the waistband stretched and finally ripped apart. The skirt she had been wearing held on but just barely. While it held on for dear life her legs which had without a doubt had gotten much thicker and chubbier in the past few moments began to grow longer giving them a slimmer appearance. This also caused the now much to small skirt to slide up her legs from just above knees to mid thigh and bottom of her butt to even higher before it to ripped apart.

Standing there still growing and looking every bit of the part of a freak she began to cry. She had become a freak and a loser. Her body was all out of proportion and was only getting more so with each passing second. She didn’t know what had happened no one did.

No one that is but a new substitute teacher who was standing just up the hallway named Rachel who not so long ago had been the target of a spell not to much unlike this one. Only where Rachel had done nothing wrong to receive the punishment she had gotten, it was plain to see that this girl had done some very bad things in her life. Because the spell she had used only made people grow in proportion to the bad they had done in life. She would set things right before things got to out of hand but she would talk with Sarah again and let her know that she was responsible for what had happened to her sister. She wondered if Sarah would believe her. Rachel hoped so because she needed to be able to talk to someone about what all had went on since her friend Dawn had passed on.

Just as Samantha’s back hit the ceiling Rachel called off the curse. And over the next few moments she watched just like everyone else as Samantha returned back to normal more or less. She left a few subtle differences so that people could tell Sarah and Samantha apart and the type of mistakes that had happened so far could not be repeated again. She hoped that Samantha learned something, but that was never really the point. The point was to get Sarah’s attention.

She hoped that she would have it, because she needed it.