I woke up this morning and it was quiet, so quiet. It has been like this ever since the start of the war between me and my twin sister Poppy, the silent war. We haven't spoke to each other in weeks apart from the occasional “Pass the salt.” It has been so long that I can't even remember what we are angry at each other for. I want us to go back to the way we used to be, friends. I got up and looked across to Poppy’s bed she was up already. I leaned across to my bed side table to get my glasses. There was something beside my glasses I put them on and on my bedside table there was a cupcake. It was had pink icing and a malteser on top, my favourite. There was a note beside it and it said “from Poppy.” It was a silent but a strong sign of peace.