[ WP ] A man suddenly notices an identical copy of himself . Each of them thinks that he is the original .

( I know the prompt says that the mc's gender is male, but I realised this too late and ca n't be bothered to change the names and pronouns ) 
 
 
 ``... and today we have a new student joining us! Say hello to Stephanie Cantrell!'' was the first thing I heard when I barged in my new class. I assumed that the teacher wanted to introduce me immediately when I entered to save time, but the old man really was gesturing to another ginger-haired, freckled girl who was smaller than the average thirteen year old. 
 
 The class looked at me like I was some peculiar creature from another universe, even though last time I checked in the mirror, I was a human. They also had the nerve to smile poliety to the `` totally coincidencial'' look-alike of ME, who also somehow happens to have her first day at the exact same school. 
 
 The teacher turned around to face me, and croaked, `` Excuse me miss, but I do n't think you're in this class.'' 
 
 `` But I'M Stephanie Cantrell, and I'm pretty sure that you're my homeroom teacher, and I know that I'm supposed to be here in Room 19,'' I tried to reason with him. 
 
 The teacher repositioned his glasses as if to check if he was seeing correctly. ``... Are you Stephanie's... twin?'' 
 
 `` I do n't have a twin. I'm an only child,'' the look-alike said in a sweet saccharine voice that soundly oddly just like mine. She primly pointed her index finger at me and said, `` You're an impersonater, are n't you? No-one's ever tried to be me before, should I be offended or delighted?'' 
 
 `` You're a very good imposter, miss. However I need to get on with my class, so may I ask you to leave?'' The teacher tried to sound polite but it was obvious that he was agitated. 
 
 `` But she's the imposter, not me!'' I whined in an accusatory tone. 
 
 The teacher showed me the door. `` OUT! Before I send you to the principal!'' 
 
 I slammed the door before going outside. Who would've thought you could get in trouble for simply going to class ( not on time, but that's not the point )? I sat on the bench outside the classroom and tried to process what just happened in my brain. I then decided to have a peek through the window and saw me, I mean other me, seemingly getting along with the other students! From what I could vaguely hear, my class was getting along with her! 
 
 I saw that when the teacher put a math question on the board, `` Stephanie'' answered them in a flash. She must have gotten it right, because everyone started putting their hands together repeatedly to praise her! The teacher probably said something like, `` You're really good at math, are n't you?'' and Stephanie smiled sheepishly, embarrassed by the praise. I know this, because that's what I would have done if I had been complimented like that. Too bad that unlike this imposter, I was n't very good at school. I was also not loved by everyone at my old school, just in case you were wondering. 
 
 Stephanie was just like me, but better! It was disgusting! I needed to get rid of this clone immediately. 
 
 It took an eternity for the recess bell to ring, however once it did, children scrambled out of the dull, cramped classrooms to feel sunlight and play handball. I was surprised that Stephanie approached me, out of all people, instead of the million other robots who have practically chosen her as their master already. Well, probably. How should I know what my fellow students think when we have n't even properly interacted yet? 
 
 `` We probably started off on the wrong foot. I was n't being sarcastic on the whole impersonater thing. I think you look just like me! How long did it take for you to put on all that makeup?'' The other me sounded surprisingly genuine. 
 
 `` Well... uh... this is my natural face...'' I could n't be bothered arguing to my clone that I was the real deal anymore. 
 
 `` I think you should just try to be yourself!'' She said in probably the cheesiest way possible. That line frustrated me, because you see, I AM BEING MYSELF! But she's not going to believe me at all, is she? 
 
 `` Thanks for the advice,'' I muttered somewhat sarcastically, but fakely real enough that she could n't see right through my words. 
 
... 
 
 After school, my mother picked me up in her dusty old Toyota. For once, I was happy to be in the oddly smelling car. 
 
 Before my mother could ask me how my first day at school was, I blurted out, `` I am your daughter, right!?'' 
 
 My mother furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. `` Yes?'' 
 
 `` I know this is going to sound really weird and unrealistic, but I saw someone who looked just like me. She even had the same name, and everyone thought I was an imposter!'' 
 
 My mother laughed. `` Oh that's all part of growing up! When I was your age, I also came across someone who looked like me. Except she was prettier and more talented! You know, they eventually go away, so you have nothing to worry about!'' 
 
 `` How did yours go away?'' 
 
 My mother wistfully said, `` You just have to learn to accept yourself and be happy with who you are! I had a lot of insecurities when I was a kid, but they were eventually taken care of.'' 
 
 `` So how long did it take for you accept yourself?'' I asked. 
 
 `` I did n't. I killed her.''
