When my mother gave birth to twins, I don't suppose she knew what she was getting herself into. Although I'm nothing like Elle, we were equally horrible. She pulled my hair, I got my own back by hiding her favourite doll. She always burst into tears when I did that. And then we grew into even more difficult teenagers. We stayed out late, and were always getting into trouble at school for smoking, wearing make-up, or just being lazy. Our poor mother tried to turn a blind eye to some of our behaviour, but it wasn't easy. Then, by some miracle, we grew up. We're both quite nice now!