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"Reby! Come and look!" I shouted. Rebecca looked up from her game player. Her fingers were still moving while she spoke. "What is it! If you don't tell me now, I'll just have to ask mom to give me a spare room!" I rolled my eyes. Mom giving you a spare room? No kidding! Whitney looked at me too. "What is it Melly?" she grunted as she pulled her dumball up. I shook my head. "If you're interested, come and look!" Rebecca rolled her eyes back at me and snorted. "You're not mom and you're not even older than me! So you don't have the right to order me around."

Oh, right. Before continuing the story, you-at this YOU, I mean you, readers-might wonder who I am and who this Rebecca and Whitney are. My name is Melissa Roster and my two sisters are Rebecca Roster and Whitney Roster. This might sound strange, but I, Rebecca, and Whitney are triplets. So we're the same age. Well... if I also count the minutes and seconds, I was born 1 minute 28 seconds faster than Rebecca and Rebecca was born 2 minutes 13 seconds faster than Whitney. But never mind that. The important thing is that I was born as a triplet and have 2 sisters, or triplet sisters. But we're very different-not in looks(We look exactly the same!!!), but our personalities are really different.

First, me. I'm a book-lover who practically can't live with out books and loves to write on. So I'm right now in the writing club, and is writing some stories in secret.

Second comes Rebecca. She is a game addictioner and love all kinds of games. She often spend hours on her video game player, but she calls it a mental health-recovery. But to my eyes, it seems like she's crazy at games. Rebecca's in the knitting club, but I can't understand why and how she got stuck in there. To my opinion, she's ill-fitting to kniting or something that requires patients and calmness, and the games she plays are often violent and cruel.

According to her, she was so busy beating dragon king under her desk in school (I don't know how the teacher doesn't spots her staring under the table and playing the game like mad. She hasn't been caught during all of school life! Now I call that a mystery.) that she didn't even notice when the teacher stuck her in the knitting club. Bad luck for her, but she has learned many kinds of knitting and has actually knitted mother a christmas hat.

Lastly, Whitney. She's an athlete whose the only one who takes P.E. seriously. Her athletic ability is so good that the P.E. teacher has always given her A+ on every single test. (The teacher have to because who wouldn't give a student who runs 1000 meters in 3 minutes? It's like breaking a school record!) She spends all her pocket money on her sporting goods and has even mucles! But my athletic ability is soso and Rebecca's ability is so bad that it seems like she has given Whitney all her athletic abilities!

Anyway, if I tell you more about my sister's personal business, they'll be furious and say "It's not fair!" "You're not better than me!" "Confess!" "You don't have the right to tell about my business!(Guess who said this)" "Don't stick your nose in other people's business!" so let me add some more details-about me.

Um... I'm a literary girl who doesn't know well about BTS or other idols, but knows and read every single book in the library. I also spend all my pocket money on books, books, and books. And my writing skill isn't really good, but it's worth watching. Plus I've once spend all my night working on my latest work of literature and woke up at 7:00 PM.

Now, I think we can go back to the story.

Whitney slowly put down her dumball-but it made a big sound-and walked to the window, but when she saw what was happening outside, she gasped. "Reby! You have to look! This is extraordinary!" Whitney exclaimed, still covering her mouth in shock. Rebecca sighed and put down her video game player. Then she ran to the window. "What is....What?!" Rebecca's words stoped. "I said that it was extraordinary." I crossed my arms triumphantly. Rebecca slowly nodded, looking defeated. But Whitney's eyes were shining mischieviously. "Now, do you know what I'm thinking?"