Split

3

                As I opened the heavy doors to the hallway, I bumped into a small girl. And by bumped, I mean pushed and tumbled. Holding her head she sat on the floor with her eyes closed. “Owwwww….” She groaned.

                I looked down at her. “I’m … sorry, are you okay? Here, let me help.” I said as I dropped my stuff and began to scoop her things about. I tried to look for a name, but instead I just found drawings and writing. No name, no anything. “You don’t… have to do that.” She said, though, I could barely hear her.

                Such a light voice, almost as a whisper, yet so high-pitched. When used right, it could probably work as a school fire alarm. I looked up at her and gave a fake smile. “It was my fault. I should help.”

                She looked about as she grabbed her things. Quickly grabbing everything before I could grab anything more. “Th-thank you.” She said shyly.

                We stood, and I handed her everything. She shuffled a bit, as she tried to regain order with everything. Her balance as well. “I’m… Aeoie… I’m new here, still trying to find my way about.” I looked down at her. She was seriously familiar. But that name. That name I’ve never heard of in my life. She slowly began to move away from me. My stare was probably getting to her. It wasn’t on purpose, but I found myself lost in thought. She was just so damn familiar. “I’m sorry… Do excuse me.” She gave me a little bow, and scurried into the cafeteria.

                As I started to walk away, it finally came to me, the girl I saw when I was alone at the cemetery. She looked exactly like her, but everything was right enough to be her. Just … the colors were off. I quickly turned around, hoping to catch a last glance of her, but she was gone. I shrugged. She said she was new, so I’d probably see her around the school for now on.

                I started to walk to class again. I didn’t want to go, but I needed to sit. Lunch wouldn’t be over for a half an hour, so I could probably sit in the room as it was quiet and read. I opened the doors, to my French class and sat all the way in the back against the window. She liked the windows. After class, I would always come and get her, when I did, she would stare. Almost as if being here wasn’t enough, and she wanted the outside world to come to her.

                I couldn’t read, instead I laid down onto the desk, and cried. There was a sound at the door, followed by people coming in. “I can’t believe those snobs would do something like that, I can see why he doesn’t like them.”

                “Well, cheerleaders are like that everywhere, Xenny.”

                “Yea, I gu- Oh, hi there.”

                I looked up, to take a glance of the people coming in, and found Aeoie, and that girl from the cafeteria looking back at me from the doorway. I quickly sniffed, and looked away so they couldn’t see I was crying. “Oh, um, hi.” I said as I wiped my tears.

                “Why are you crying? Did we interrupt something?” Aeoie said, her voice as light as it was when we met.

                “Yeah, why are you crying? Those Cheerleaders do something to you?” The other girl said.

                “Um, no, it’s …. It’s nothing.” I said as I turned my attention to them again. “What’s your name again?” I asked.

                “Me? I’m Ae-“

                “Not you, Aeoie.” For some reason, I could remember her name fairly easily. “The other girl.”

                “’The other girl’ well, thanks for that. The name is Xenilla. But again, Xen works just as well.” She said as she put her hands on her hips.

                “Aeoie, and Xenilla. You two friends?”

                “Sisters.” Aeoie said.

                “Twin sisters.” Xenilla finished.

                I looked for a second. “‘Twin sisters’ I don’t see it. Aeoie seems chiller than you, Xenilla.”

                Aeoie looked away and giggled, almost like an anime girl. And just as cute. Her brown hair matched perfectly with her gray eyes with a touch of light blue.

Xenilla on the other hand, has crazy white hair. Almost as if she just got out of bed, and wanted to call that her hair style for the day. You could tell her hair was dyed, considering her bangs were black with red highlights. Not your average ‘I don’t take drugs’ kind of girl. Along with her blue eyes, which were probably contacts now that I think about it.

                Xenilla was the one to break the silence of my stare and began to laugh. “You think we don’t look like twins? Why is that not new?”

                Aeoie put down her stuff, and started fanning her sister. “Calm down, Xenny, you’re making your eyeliner run!”

                Xenilla continued to laugh, and grabbed her stomach in the process, as if to be tickled. Crying and dripping eyeliner filled tears all over the floor.

                Eventually, Xenilla stopped laughing. Gasping for air, she put up her hand. “I… I’m okay.”

                Aeoie went running for her bag, dug around for a moment, and then brought her sister a mini mirror and eyeliner. “Here you go.”