<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0f/Twins_54.jpg)</div><strong>Heather Johansen<br/>J. A. Anderson High School<br/>Denver, Collorado<br/>2011</strong><br/><br/>Heather giggled her way into the locker room with her twin sister, teasing her about the guys who'd been watching them from the bleacher's through cheer-leading practice.  “Isn't Justin Greagert hot?” she bubbled, referring to a line backer who'd been ogling her sister from the bleachers.  “Maybe I should start tying my shirt up under my breasts like that!  Then he'd be ogling me too.”<br/><br/>To an extent, it was a show for the other girls. Truth be told, though she wasn't immune to Justin's broad shoulders and strong jaw, she was secretly more attracted to Dustin Quincy, a bookish kid with gold rimmed glasses from drama club.  He was smart, nerdy, sweet, and flirted like someone out of Shakespeare.  If Justin saw her looking at him, he'd probably get thrown into the dumpster on lunch break.<br/><br/>Heather sighed and looked her sexy sister up and down.  They were identical twins and best friends, why couldn't she look at her sister without feeling plain?  Was it because of her confidence?  Because when her sister wore this uniform, she felt she was looking at a party of her sister, and not just the mask she saw when she looked at herself in the mirror this way?<br/><br/>Heather turned to the mirror and unbuttoned her blouse to just between her breasts, then tied I up beneath them.  She smiled shyly, then giggled nervously, then turned towards her locker.  “Let's hit the showers.”  Heather deftly entered her combination and opened the locker, revealing her small gymn  bag and her purse. She pulled both out, then blinked to find that someone had slipped a letter into the locker.  “What's this?”