A Girl In The Golden Grass: Part 10

I scraped the plates into the bin. Father and mother went into their room a few minutes ago.
"I guess he was tired." Sylvie shouted over my scrapes.
"I guess."
"You still wanting to go to the city?"
"Maybe."
"Your crazy."
"For wanting to leave?"
"Yes. I want to stay. You go but I won't leave." Sylvie screamed and walked outside.
Why does me wanting to leave make her so angry and upset? We are identical twins and I can not remember a day without her. When I look into the mirror, there's two of me and I know my eyes are not playing up. It's only when there is one of me I think my eyes are playing up. Coping in the city may be harder than I first thought. I remembered my denim bag and the fact that I needed food and water. That's it, but then there's the whole sneaking off thing, if I time it right it shouldn't be too hard. Carrots, new potato's and cucumbers; I think this is what I need.