Gemma POV
Breakfast was cheery, and the quads were making jokes about swapping. They are like us, identical, two girls and two boys. We knew who was who, but they deliberately wore the same clothes, and the girls had the same makeup, making them look the same; I could see our teacher having a small nervous breakdown. They had trouble enough with the triplets; now, to have two more sets identical, I can see more trouble brewing. My sisters think it is hilarious that they are the same, though Sandra would always try to look different. She has dressed the same today, so it would be hard to tell them apart. Everyone is going to do double takes when they walk in. I am the only one different. I look after Dad in terms of hair color and looks, whereas the twins are my mother's clones.
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