Anya and Aiari are telepathic twins. Due to experiments that took place in their younger ages, they grew up in an orphanage, well until they are adopted by a High class spy that is. And soon meet the mother of the so-called family of four.
Loid Forg...
"Today, I will be filling in for Master Rodin of your arts and crafts class." The Henderson dude announced to my class. 'Great...' I thought sarcasticly. "I will evenly divide you into groups so you can make 3d sculptures of animals out of the materials provided, keeping with the theme of "animals "." He explained. I rested my head on the side of my palm and sighed. 'Boooooorinnggg' "Remember to share the resources if needed, and if course, have fun." Master Henderson stared calling out pairs of names. "Becky Blackbell and Anya Forger." Anya and Backy high fives each other as I sulked. 'Now Im going to be paired with some bitch who doesn't like me...aka everyone else in this class...Danm.'
"As for group two, we have Damian Desmond...and Aiari Forger." Master Henderson said. My mouth dropped wide open. I pinched my upper nose in irritation. But Damian was having a complete fit. "Aw, dang it! Ugh! I knew something like this would happen..!" Leaf boy groaned while ruffling his own hair. He suddenly pointed at me and said: "You better not even think about getting in my way, you hear me!?" I felt a vain pop out of my temple. I clenched my fist under the table. "Sissy. No." Anya looked at me with a look Papa usually would. "Shut up. I wasn't going to do anything..." I muttered just load enough for Anay to hear.
We were ordered to sit with our designated partners. I didn't dare sit next to the green bastard, but across, narrowing my eyes at him. 'Sissy, try and help him with is danimal project! Maybe he needs inspuration, then maybe he will friend you.' Anya communicated with me. 'That's a stupid idea...but, I can't think of anything else to do... Oh well, worth a try.' I responded in my head. I took a few small, miniature boxes and paper and got to work. After a lot of work, and bunches of slightly bleeding paper cuts, I sat my finished project in front of me, or more so Damian.
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He stopped to look at it, then up at me. "Uh, I named it Sweety." I told him, not thinking anything through at all. He didn't say anything for a bit. "Wow. I've never known anyone to name garbage before." I gasped and pushed down my anger. 'That cool. That's alright. I just have to keep trying.' I hypnotized myself with positive thinking, which I have never done before. While I was trying to think up another plan, one of the leaf boy's friends asked him what he was making.
