♢ The Enchanted Archives ♢

♢ Chapter one ♢

"Ugh, you're such an ass!" I muttered to the girl sitting next to me with a smirk. She would playfully roll her eyes, her tail wagging, as a silent chuckle comes from her mouth. "So are you, Jamie. You're my brother, it's my duty to annoy you!" I would lowly groan, leaning back in the desk chair, rubbing my face with my hands.

"Becca, how are we twins when we're polar opposites?" She would grin, ear to ear as she leaned over and poked my arm multiple times. "Well, maybe you're just—" Becca was interrupted by loud "ahem" sound.

As an older voice began to speak. "Mr. Whitlock. Care to share what you and Rebecca were talking about?" Mrs. Hart said with a voice that was slightly hoarse, that sounded like she was sick of our shenanigans. "Oh, nothing, Mrs. Hart! I promi—" I was quickly cut off by Becca, a smirk on her face yet again. "Nothin' teach! Just something only siblings would understand!!" I would look at my desk, my cheeks warm up with embarrassment as a few classmates snicker at Becca. I would look back up, putting up my hoodie, yanking on the strings so only my muzzle would peak out.

A few classmates murmur and whisper to each other as Mrs. Hart continues her lecture on... what was it? History? Yeah history! Ugh I hate history.. I open my hoodie back up to see Becca looking forward, a frown on her face since she can't be annoying any more. Thankfully this was the last class of the day. I should nap... Maybe class will finish faster.

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Halfway through class, I don't bother taking notes as I pretty much know all of this, Becca literally cheats off of me. I couldn't care less, at least she isn't failing her classes. Mrs. Hart is just lecturing as everyone else takes notes, trying the best they can as to not miss a single bit of info. I groan in annoyance, trying my best to not fidget or stand out... That's the last thing I need right now. I look over at Becca, asleep in her desk as usual. I sigh, moving my legs, my shoes slightly squeaking on the linoleum floor.

I sway my tail when I'm bored, not too fast and not too slow, a pace that's almost like a pattern. A pace like rain on a roof, a delicate and soft pattern. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Man I'm so bored... What time is it even? Can't check because Mrs. Hart covers the digital clock with tape. God I hate when they do that...! I keep losing track of what I'm thinking. I look up at the analog clock, trying to decipher the time, two thirty..? Maybe one seventeen... I honestly don't know how to read those stupid clocks... It's not the nineties! Why can't all clocks be digital by now?

I'm suddenly snapped out of my trace like state by a hand on my shoulder. I snap my head up and see Becca. "Jamie, did you zone out again? It's time to go.." I softly nod, standing up from my desk with half of a frown plastered to my face. Sorry, Becca. It's getting worse huh?" I look around and see the whole classroom empty, even Mrs. Hart isn't there. Becca smirks and starts to push me out of the classroom and into the empty hallways of the school.

"Cmon slow poke! Let's head home!" Becca basically shouts, causing the few others in the hall to look over at us. "Becca, quiet down..." I turn to face her and gently press a finger on her nose, at the tip of her muzzle. "Alright, alright! Apparently you're the older twin now." "What does that have to do with—" Becca cuts me off with a fit of laughter, giving me that stupid smirk she always does. I roll my eyes at her and walk down the hall, she quickly follows. And she already knows I'm the older twin, by two minutes and.. fifteen seconds to be precise.

After a bit of walking through the halls I reach me and Becca's lockers. I step to the side and unlock the padlock on my locker. The code is just random numbers, nothing to do with me. I'm shocked I still remember it. Six... ten... four... three... The lock clicks open and I swing my locker open.

I grab my bag and other things I need. Like my music player. I tilt my vision to see Becca, grabbing stuff out of her messy locker, crumpled up paper and candy wrappers falling out and tumbling on the floor. "Jesus, Becca. You need to clean your locker." I lecture her with a serious tone, causing her to grumble in annoyance. "Yeah, but let's get a move on!" She says, sticking her tongue out at me, I groan, wanting to grab her by the muzzle and yank her to the floor. "Kay, let's go then." I shut and lock my locker, looking behind me at Becca, until she follows quickly behind me.