________________*Chapter*8*_________________ "Good night," I say to my roommates, but none of them respond. Probably asleep already. I lay down in my comfy bed, staring up at the the ceiling. My eyes flutter close, and I fall into a deep, deep sleep. I'm in a dream. That, or a black, endless void. Both are bad. I turn around, and fall down out of surprise. There is a GIRL behind me. Where did /she/ come from?! This girl had the same curly ginger hair and freckles as me, but that's where the similarities stop. Her skin is a medium brown, and she has heterochromia. One eye is bright green, the other is brown. She has Dove-Cameron-esc cheekbones, and is wearing black, silk pajamas. "Who the heck are YOU?!" I exclaim. "I'm you, except different," she said. Well that's mysteriously vague. "But more widely known as Paisley Riddle. Technically your alter ego, technically not. It's complicated." "Why do I look so...different?" I reply, giving Paisley a quizzical look. She rolls her eyes. "/I/ was molded by Father, aka Voldemort. /You/ were molded by the Potters," I'm still confused. She must have noticed, because she gives the biggest, loudest sigh of the century. "Look, kid-" "Don't call me 'kid'." I say. Paisley rolls her eyes yet again. Attitude much? "Whatever. Anyways, I'm you and you're me. There's nothing else to it!" She sounds very impatient with me. It's not my fault that she isn't making sense. Then I feel a shake on my shoulder. I close my eyes, then open them up again. I see the ceiling above me, and I realize I'm awake.
It's kinda lazy, ngl.
