Two peas in a pod

Edie and Evie are identical twins. Identical in appearance, but their personalities are not at all identical. Things get very weird when one of them pretends to be the other ...

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They even dressed us the same. My mother said that it was easier for her just to buy two of everything. Sometimes it was the same clothes but in different colours – a red top for me and a yellow one for my sister, for example. When they did that, we swapped the clothes so that they still couldn’t tell us apart. Not even our parents could tell us apart. Our schoolteachers never could.

And then there were our names. It was crazy – they called us Edie and Evie! Even our names were almost identical.

Two peas in a pod, they called us. Two drops of water.

Sometimes we could hardly tell ourselves from each other. At least, when we were small. But as we grew up things began to change.

Everybody thinks identical twins are, well, identical. But if you’re a twin, you’ll know that it’s not true. Physically, yes, we were almost identical. I say almost, because there was the birthmark. My sister has a very small brown spot on her left shoulder. I don’t. This was the only way we could ever be told apart.

But other than that, twins, even identical ones, are different inside. I think we started to change when we started school. I was always very good. I never got into trouble, I always did all of my homework and did very well in all the tests and exams. Evie wasn’t like that. Evie was always getting into trouble. Evie never did her homework. Evie was a really bad student, who never studied and never learned anything. She would have failed her exams – but of course she didn’t. Why? Well, it’s simple, isn’t it?

If you have an identical twin, how do you know which is which?

Evie, of course, started by copying my homework. Then she got worse. When there was a class test, she would write my name on her paper. When she got into trouble, she smiled beautifully at the teacher and said, ‘No, I’m Edie, I’m the good one. It was my twin sister Evie who was naughty!’

They never took us seriously. We were only small children after all; there was no harm in being a bit naughty. Everyone used to laugh. And because they never really knew who was who, neither of us was ever punished for being naughty, and they never failed either of us in our exams, because they couldn’t be sure which one to fail and which one to pass.

But as we got older, it got worse. Evie started to steal things. At first it was only things from other children – sweets or pens or pencils or rubbers, the kinds of things that sometimes happen in school. But when we were 15, some money was taken from a teacher’s bag. It was quite a lot of money, and the situation was serious. Then they found the money in Evie’s pocket. And what did Evie do? Well, of course, she did the same thing she always did. ‘No, it wasn’t me. It was my twin sister.’ And I got into trouble, serious trouble this time. They called the police. They tried to expel me from school. It was only when our parents came in and pleaded with the headteacher that they agreed to drop the charges and say nothing about it. We were lucky that time.

But the trouble didn’t stop there. Evie was always playing truant, not going to school. Then when she came in again, she accused me of lying. She said that she was Edie, and that I had given the teachers the wrong name when they called the register. I thought about telling everyone about the birthmark on her shoulder, that they should check the birthmark to make sure who was who. That would solve the problem. I don’t know why I didn’t. Identical twins are always very close, and even though I knew she was bad, I didn’t want to get her into trouble. Perhaps also because I knew that trouble for her also meant trouble for me.

After we left school I began to worry more. I got a job working in an office. It wasn’t an interesting job, but it was OK. I worked hard in the office, I did well and was going to get a promotion. Evie, on the other hand, did nothing. She never got a job. She used to come and ask me for money. She often disappeared for long periods of time. I didn’t know where she was. This was bad, but it was worse when one day I looked at my passport and found that I had Evie’s. I didn’t know where she was, but obviously she had taken my passport to get there. Wherever she was, and whatever she was doing, she was pretending to be me.

Eventually it happened. There was a loud knock on the door at six o’clock in the morning. There were three policemen there. Two of them in uniforms, the other one a detective. I looked at their serious faces and thought that they had come to tell me bad news. I thought they were coming to tell me that my sister had died. But it wasn’t that. They asked me to come to the police station with them. I understood that I couldn’t say no. They said that they didn’t want to arrest me just yet, but that if I refused to help them, they would arrest me.

Of course, they asked to see my documents. I had to show them Evie’s passport, and tried to explain that I wasn’t really Evie, but that my sister had taken my passport.

When I got to the police station, Evie was there too. They had already arrested her – well, I say ‘her’, but of course, they had arrested me. As far as the police were concerned, they had arrested ‘Edie’. That’s what it said on her passport, and that’s who she said she was.

There was a long list of charges against her. Fraud and smuggling drugs. She told the police that she was really Edie, and that I had changed the passports. Edie, me, who had a perfect alibi. Edie hadn’t been to any other countries. She went to work every day. It was Evie who was the problem, she said.

The trial lasted for days, with even the judge and the lawyers getting continually confused about who was who. Eventually, they convicted her. Ten years.

I still go to my job every day. I’m still free. I never go to visit my sister in prison. I’m afraid that she might show someone that she doesn’t have a birthmark on her left shoulder. Then someone might look, and they will find that I do.

Chris Rose

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Submitted by vishnu_saddikuti on Sat, 06/11/2021 - 15:15


What does the "same" mean? similar or identical?

Hello vishnu_saddikuti,

I'm afraid I can't really say without knowing what context the word is being used in because it can have one or the other meaning.

All the best,
The LearnEnglish Team

Submitted by Aliya848 on Thu, 01/04/2021 - 21:23

I don't have a twin. But in my family we have two pair of twins. One pair of twins are identical twins. They are boys. And another one isn't identical twins. They are girls.

Submitted by Aye Chan Moe on Thu, 18/02/2021 - 07:27

The ending is a bit confusing and I don't know who the narrator is writing, By Evie or Edie?I have never seen twins before
It seems as if the narrator pretends that she is the other sister. Because at the beginning of the story she declared that her sister has a birthmark, however at the end she said that she has. I am confused who is who.

Hello Zamira,

I can understand you feeling confused, but good work -- your comment shows that you've understood the story! For anyone else reading this, Walaa Omar's comment below also summarises the story well.

All the best,


The LearnEnglish Team

Submitted by Thinthinmyoe on Fri, 15/01/2021 - 06:34

I don't have a twin.But, I have seen twins.They are my pupils.They are almost identical for everything.I can't know who is who.

Submitted by Hadiii on Tue, 29/12/2020 - 10:07

i don't have twin but know twin diverse one of them in good appearance but unlucky and one of them unsightly but one believe good appearance.i don't know what's matter but i think be lucky is better than good appearance.

Submitted by danisep on Fri, 04/12/2020 - 15:48

I don't have twins and I have never been friend of twins by other hand the story was really thrilling, I like that such little darkness stories, likewise what kind of sister could do that to her own blood, and where are their parents they could help to make justice Edie needs help and a Evie a punishment.

Submitted by Walaa Omar on Tue, 13/10/2020 - 01:32

I don٬t know any twin in my real life. But about the story I found it a quite confusing. Yet, I started to think that the narrator who tells the story was Evie, the bad one who always pretends to be Edie. And she tells the story doing that too, just one more time. Whenever Evie do any thing bad she always says I٬m Edie and that her twin is the one who٬s lying. But at the end of the story I think everyone was really having his own passport and the scene changed to become Edie is the one who justifies that she is Edie for real while others suspect she is pretending and they convicted her thinking she is Evie, the bad one.

Submitted by Aye Chan Moe on Thu, 04/06/2020 - 14:53

It is a good story . I don't want to be like Evie.

Submitted by Ariya_ali98 on Sat, 21/03/2020 - 10:33

What's the meaning of alibi? and also what's the synonym of that?

Submitted by parisaach on Sun, 04/08/2019 - 10:45

I don't have any children, but when I was a child I've always wished that I woke up a day and I had a twin sister beside me or I wished I woke up as a boy, because I didn't like to be a girl specially a girl without twin sister. I think it is really good to have a twin sister, of course the one not like Evie, she was a devil. I have a colleague who had a twin sister, they were identical twins. I didn't know she had a twin sister until I saw her sister in tennis court. Their faces were just like each other, but my colleague was a bit fatter than her sister. They were so good to each other they went every where with each other until my colleague leave the country and moved to USA. I haven't seen them any more and they were the only twins I 've ever met.

Submitted by Lili Levada on Mon, 07/01/2019 - 14:43

I have nieces Masha and Dasha who are twins. they are almost identical, exept for one slight difference, because Masha has a small mole on her face. Sometimes I'm completely confused that I can't recognize them.