Mimi and Jaye Pt. 1
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The Twin Cities, so called because they mirrored each other on opposite sides of a vast and dirty river, were not friends, nor were they enemies. They were not equals, and yet neither was quite superior to the other. They were constantly in a battle and also constantly in need of the other for something. Their residents carried less than friendly, less than serious grudges against those across the bridge.
Mariah “Mimi” Rodriguez, born April 1, 1993, had two parents. These parents were reasonably successful and reasonably attentive. They knew Mimi was reasonably intelligent, if a bit lazy. She excelled at sports, and had a passion for poetry and words. The Rodriguez parents thought it reasonable that she share a private tutor with her cousin, Benicio “Benny” Rodriguez, who was maybe not as gifted but a much more diligent student. Occasionally, Mimi would leave Benny to the lessons and run off with her best friend, Maria, who was not very much interested in school, or sports, but loved seeing the effect that words could have on people, which was what bonded the two girls together.
The Rodriguez clan was fine and good, and fair and real, and on the west side of the river.
Jaye Clark, born April 2, 1993, always felt that she walked into the room just a second after she was meant to. She also had two parents, who were successful and attentive. She had an au pair. She was privately educated, and found that she didn’t connect well with other people, until and unless she had to, in which case she was suddenly very charming. Jaye enjoyed plays, enjoyed drama, and wanted to attend a large performing arts school on the east coast. Even so, she studied and filled her spare time with activities like mock trial and debate because she was a realist at heart.
The Clarks, as their neighbors would say, were fine and good, and fair and real, and they lived on the east side of the river.
The girls knew of each other, in the vague way that people of a certain social standing always knew of each other. The Clark parents would occasionally read whatever poem “That Rodriguez Girl” had submitted for yet another scholarship that she didn’t need. The Rodriguez parents would sometimes ask Mimi why she couldn’t just turn in her debate work on time, like “The Clark Child”. The answers from both girls were the sort of noncommittal grunts that translated to “I hope that girl dies in a house fire.”
Nobody ever said there wouldn’t be heat.