Reprisal |✔️

Chapter one

"Does she ever talk? I cannot believe you guys sleep in the same room. If I were you, I'd get a separate space." I heard the ginger head class sweetheart say to my twin, Arielle. I looked up and locked eyes with him. I furrowed my brows and widened my eyes. He gave a look of horror and looked away.

He probably thought he was quiet enough. But I heard, so he was dumb.

Arielle gave a look of disbelief and said something I couldn't make out. That was it. In the whole world, only her knew how to say something so quietly I would not hear. "Don't talk about my sister like that, it's rude." She said and turned back to the big book on her table.

I heard that. She was on my side. Or maybe she said it a little bit louder so I could think she was.

Whichever it was, I hated her.

I despised her with everything. I hated her with my life. Why did she always have to be in the spotlight? Why did she have to be smarter? Even though we were identical, there were so many features you could distinguish us with. One distinct feature was, she had brains and I didn't.

Our parents did not hide the fact that she was the favorite twin. They laughed and played more with her, dad even helped with her assignments every time.

To think it had been like that for sixteen years made me angry. And the angrier I got, the more I felt like strangling her.

I clenched my fists and focused my attention on the chemistry class assessment I was solving. Whoever made chemistry must have been so stupid. How did they expect sixteen year olds to solve complex strings of letters and words closely knitted together? And why the heck do the alphabets have numbers on them here and there? Were they not well into their sixties and seventies and eighties when they wrote their theories? How then did they expect us to do it? How?

But come to think of it: my sister, no, I hated calling her that. Arielle could solve them. She could solve anything. She was smart, smarter than I'll ever be in a hundred years.

My clenched fist was shaking. I knew if I didn't control it, I'd end up slamming it against the plastic table. Everyone would call me a freak, so I did not risk it.

Arielle looked over at me with...was that fear in her eyes? Why the heck was she scared of me. She smiled when her eyes met mine.

My insides burned and I gritted my teeth.

Why was she being so hypocritical? I wanted to throw my thick inched pen at her eye, that it would pierce through her smart brains and come out through her occiput. At least I knew a big science word.

I tore my eyes away from her and once again focused on the cursed book I was working in.

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