There wasn't any thing special about Conor and I other than us being twins, at least not yet. Connor is really into space and running, so am I. He is around five foot four inches. I on the other hand am four foot nine inches. We are both in eighth grade we live about three houses down from the school which is like a jail house, it is three stories tall and has a floor for every grade then a lobby, a gym, and a cafeteria up front and a long two hundred foot drive to the lobby. The principal was wicked strict, bone thin, and old. She was starting a light orange afro and she didn't let us even have physical contact but the teachers were cool. Besides she was rumored to be leaving next year, so I thought. But, anyways it was a rainy day and I had to head to school today. Connor and I ran out to the school through the pouring rain and wind. It took an extra five minuets to get to the school then, due to the rain and wind, it would have been longer if I hadn't worn my sneakers. We saw my good friend Cassy, short for Cassandra, and Dylan. Dylan was about Connor. He had black hair about three inches long, his bangs ran over his eyes if he let it grow out to much. Plus, he was kind of cute. Cassy was three inches taller than the two of them. She had long, luscious, lovely, curly, blond hair. It made me a little jealous, how easy her hair came. I had to slave over my hair for hours sometimes.
School was nothing big. Connor and I were in all the same classes. In art, ugh, this bug Steward came over and started giving my and my friend Jess a hard time but Connor and Dylan, who was in our class clearly, stood up for us. Then he threw Connor into a wall, luckily our principal had walked by right then, because our art teacher is practically blind. Connor and Steward had to go to the dungeon after school. But it only took a few minuets to decide the punishment.
"Hey, guys," Connor walked over to us and started to explain, "I wasn't in any sort of trouble just there to make sure that the idea stayed of what he-" Connor was cut off by Steward. Steward shoved Connor out of the way.
"Get out of my way." He muttered. I think he targeted Connor especially seeing he did it again afterwards. I didn't even notice we had past him, or however he got behind us, I don't even really know. But we just walked away and ignored him. Dylan and Cassy, and Connor and I parted ways, Dylan and Cassy are neighbors so they went the same way.
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Even Thunder Hears My Cries
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