This story start in a place, more precisely, in the United States, all takes place in a British family, a family constituted of a father, a mother, and two twin brothers. Wait, twin brothers? That doesn't seem right. They are very similar, but the similarities only apply to the outside
because their personalities are very different. The twin had both straight hairs, but their hairs
had different colors. The tallest had black hair while the other had brown hair. They didn't
dislike each other because they had a bitter hatred for someone else, their parents. They
weren't good people, and their marriage could be summarized as "a greedy woman married a
greedy man." They never wanted the twins, but they had to keep them because if they
didn't, their popularity would drop very low since everyone in their neighborhood knew
about the twins, and the parents adored popularity, so they decided to keep them even if
They didn't want to.
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"Nittrius!" the mother yelled. She was getting more and more annoyed as the taller twin,
Nittrius, wouldn't wake up, "is he deaf?" she thought. It wasn't the first time she was
screaming his name this early. She then walked to Nittrius and Nils bedroom. She was
pissed that it was the third time she had to make any efforts for what she
called her sons "brats." Step by step, she was getting closer to the bedroom, when she
arrived right in front of the bedroom's door, she prepared herself to punish them severally
for not behaving well. She quickly opened the door to see that they weren't in their rooms,
where were they?
She heard noises coming from the kitchen, footsteps, and they were coming closer and closer to her. She was getting nervous because it didn't sound like her son's footsteps, so who was
coming toward her?
A man with a gray and black striped sweater came with a mug full of coffee. It was her
husband, Jonathan. "What are you doing near the room of those brats," he said with a calm
and intrigued voice, "have you been sleeping well, honey?" he asked. It was evident that her
wife, Rose, hadn't gotten enough sleep this week. "And to answer your question, I was about to wake those brats up and-" " They are at school." Rose was relieved. She was very popular in her neighborhood, and she is trying to keep it that way. She didn't want them to
disappear just like that; it would be bad for their reputation.
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Nils was excited to go to school since tomorrow was the final day of high school. He was so
happy that he was about to start singing if they didn't arrive in time. Nittrius, on the other
hand, wasn't excited or sad that it was the end of high school. Nittrius, like every day, had a
black book in his hand; it was the same color as his pants and a white chemise. It wasn't the
ideal thing to wear, but it was the only thing that could fit him right now. His brother wore
a very similar outfit since their parents wouldn't buy different clothing. The only
difference in terms of clothing is that Nils has a brown scarf, an old lady gave it to him after
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