I've been chipping at this chapter since I wrote the first one. Please enjoy!

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The two girls didn't say anything, didn't even dare to move. They simply stared at each other. Matching sapphire eyes locked on to one another. Each took in the other's every feature, every aspect of their bodies. Same slightly long nose, same wavy, almost black hair, roughly the same build. Physically, everything about them was similar.

Despite this, they obviously had very different styles.

Terry wore bright, cheerful colors. She was dressed in a pink shirt and yellow tank top. Her long hair was tied up into a high ponytail with a yellow bow in it and she donned yellow sneakers. On her back was a white backpack decorated with multiple colors in a sort of paint-splatter manner.

Celeste was clad in dark colors. She wore a dark purple t-shirt and black shorts along with black sandals. Her hair was loose, though it only went a little past her shoulder blades. Slung over her shoulder was a plain purple satchel.

"Who are you?" they both suddenly asked at the same time. The girls looked like they had just seen a ghost. They stared at one another for a few seconds more before they both started to giggle.

"My name's Teresa Prince," said Terry, holding out her hand. She certainly wasn't going to let the fact that they looked alike deter her from making a new friend. "but you can just call me Terry. Everyone does."

Celeste tentatively took it. "Celeste Wayne..." She was usually sure to keep her distance from other people as they usually led to nothing but drama and/or trouble, but being cordial with the girl couldn't hurt. Right?

Terry thought for a moment. "You wouldn't happen to be related to Bruce Wayne, would you?" she asked.

Honestly, she should have seen that coming. It always came up, wherever she went. "He's my dad."

"Oh."

Celeste pursed her lips. "I'm guessing you're Hippolyta Prince's daughter," she speculated.

Terry tilted her head in confusion. "How would you know that?" While Hippolyta and her daughters were well know, they were significantly less recognized than Bruce Wayne outside of Gateway City. They were also a lot more private; most people didn't even know about her. There was also the fact that Prince was a common last name.

"The designer backpack for one," answered Celeste. "And the fact that this camp costs more than most people make in a year, I figured you had to be well-off. Your last name and Grecian features were also a dead giveaway."

Your features too, Terry pointed out in her head. "Well, she's actually my grandmother," she corrected. "My mom's Diana Prince."

Celeste nodded. "I see." She glanced at the building. "I guess we should check in now..."

"I guess so," agreed Terry. They both hesitated a bit before entering the check-in building.

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Celeste knew that things wouldn't go well at this camp.

There were no martial arts or creative writing classes. She did enjoy horseback riding as she had been doing it for a while, but the lessons were so controlled that she found herself bored most of the time. She was deathly afraid of going on a canoe and no one could convince her to step foot on that thing, the same with rock climbing. She also detested dodgeball. Sure, she was strong, but she wasn't quite fast or agile, so she could only narrowly avoid the balls.

The one thing that she was probably the best at was archery. She didn't pick it up right away, but after a few days, she managed to hit the target. She loved the feeling it gave her, the feeling of the wind in her hair, her focus on nothing but the target. Fencing was also one of her strengths, she found. Like archery, it took her some time to get used to, but once she practiced at it, she figured out that she was decent.

Terry, on the other hand, wasn't disappointed in the least.

Canoeing was thrilling for her; gliding on the testy waters got her adrenaline pumping. Rock climbing was the best and she frequently made it to the top every time they did it. Dodgeball was alright, but while she was fast and flexible, her aim was really awful. However, she had fun doing it either way. She also loved art class, as art was one of her favorite subjects.

Due to her terrible aim, archery was a challenge. Very seldom did she hit the target; most of her arrows drifted much too far. No one could say that she hated it, though, because she enjoyed trying. One could only get better with practice, right? Though, she supposed her mother might have been right not to put her in martial arts; she refused to fence because of the fear of hurting another person.

There was one thing, however, that both girls hated.

Whenever they were together, no one could tell them apart. No matter what they wore and no matter how they spoke, they were still being called by the other's name. It drove them both insane.

It was for this reason that they decided to stick together.

Neither of them could really explain why; they were as different as night and day after all. For some strange reason, they stuck together. Neither strayed from the other. Even though Terry was a social butterfly, even though Celeste was an introvert. They were always with one another.

They didn't really talk on a spiritual level or instantly connect, just kind of hung around each other. It was a comfort sort of thing. Most of the other rich kids were snobs; they constantly judged and ridiculed each other. Neither Terry nor Celeste were like that. Terry was too nice and Celeste, well, she simply didn't care. They knew it was safe with one another.

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"Come on, Celeste!" urged Terry, a wide grin on her face as she gently pulled the other girl by her arm.

Celeste stood her ground. "For the last time, Teresa Prince, I'm not getting on a canoe!" she insisted, eyeing the unsteady water vehicle. She had never been fond of water and she wasn't starting now. That thing could tip at any moment and plunge her into the deep, cold lake. Yes, she knew how to swim, but what if she got stuck under the canoe? She wasn't taking any chances.

"You're so stubborn!"

"I'll admit it, too."

"What's the problem here?" asked a new, softer voice.

Both girls turned to see the CIT of their cabin, Mareena Curry. She was only fourteen, two years older than them, but had a very calm temperament. She never yelled and never got angry with any of the campers. She was a Caucasian girl with white-blond hair and sea green eyes.

Celeste crossed her arms. "I'm not getting on that thing."

"Why not?" questioned Mareena gently.

"I don't like water."

Mareena pursed her lips in thought. "Why don't you go help Danica with setting up the next event, Terry?" she suggested kindly.

Celeste groaned in annoyance while Terry smiled awkwardly. "Mareena, I'm Terry," she corrected.

The CIT blushed lightly. "Sorry..."

Celeste waved it off. "It's fine. I'll go do that."

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Celeste approached her counselor, who was setting up archery targets. "Hey, Danica," she greeted. "Mareena said to come help you since I didn't want to go on a canoe."

Danica Williams was fifteen years old and the counselor of their cabin. She was a tall, African American girl with long, dark hair and soft chocolate brown eyes. She was a lot less lenient with campers than Mareena and a lot more temperamental. Though, this made them a good team as they balanced each other out.

Danica looked at her and nodded. "Yeah, sure, Terry. Just-" She noticed the look the twelve year old was giving her and grinned. "Sorry, Celeste."

Celeste sighed. "It's okay... What do you need help with?"

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Later that night, Terry flopped onto her bed in the cabin. "Today was so fun!" she gushed, smiling brightly. "Celeste, you should have went canoeing with us, it was the best!"

Celeste rolled her eyes. "I was fine setting up the targets for archery, thanks," she responded dryly, settling down on her own bed. She was quiet for a moment. "What's it like in Gateway City?" It was no secret that Gotham was dirty and riddled with the filthiest people ever to plague the human race. From what she had read, Gateway was the opposite.

Terry tilted her head in thought. "Well, what do you think it's like?" she asked.

"Well, I've heard that your crime rate is below five percent," answered Celeste. "You know, stuff like that."

She nodded. "That's about it," she confirmed. "Mom's a district, so she does a pretty good job of making sure out streets are clean." Honestly, life in Gateway City got boring. Her mother always made sure nothing ever happened. Of course, she didn't want anything bad to happen, but she wished that she could go somewhere a bit more exciting. That was one of the reasons why she had been so excited for camp. "What's Gotham like?"

The other girl grimaced. "Awful," she replied without hesitation. She sighed. "But it's home." She didn't think she could live anywhere in the world, if she was being honest with herself. Maybe to visit, but never to live permanently. Still, it would be nice to get away from Gotham's negative energy for a while. She would have enjoyed her time at the camp more if they hadn't taken away her phone.

"I wish I could go," admitted Terry. "Sure, there might be a lot of crime, but there's always something new happening."

Celeste shrugged. "Well, I wish I could go to Gateway," she retorted. "It's one of the cleanest, moderate cities in the U.S., right after Metropolis." She closed her eyes in bliss. "Must be a really beautiful place."

"it is," Terry agreed. "but Gotham must be pretty in its own way, right?"

Celeste couldn't really argue that. "If you like dark and depressing," she complied. "I do like looking out to the city at night, but that's only because I'm nowhere near the chaos. If I lived in the main city, I'd probably think differently."

Her friend nodded in understanding. "It's all a matter of perspective, I guess," she stated. It was quite for a moment before she spoke again, "Hey, Celeste?"

"Yes, Terry?"

Terry didn't say anything for several seconds. She stood their silently, the pieces coming together in her brain. "When's your birthday?" she finally asked.

Celeste, who was making the same connection, turned to fully looked at her. "October seventh," she answered slowly. "Why?"

The usually upbeat girl inhaled deeply. "That's my birthday too," she revealed.

Celeste raised an eyebrow. "You don't think-?"

"I do. And I know you do too."

The girl shook her head. "Now way," she said firmly. "Things like that only happen in cheesy Lifetime movies."

"But it makes sense!" Terry implored her, regaining her cheerful spark. "We were born on the same day, both only have one parent, and we look exactly alike! You can't deny it!"

As much as Celeste wanted to argue with her, she knew it was true. The facts were all laid out in front of her. As a child, she had asked who her mother was and her father had replied that she was simply gone. He never said dead, just gone and she had just left it at that. Perhaps if she had dug a bit deeper, she would have found Terry much sooner.

She chuckled bitterly. "I guess we're sister then."

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This chapter was, meh. I hope you liked it though. Please review!