A Twin's Life

Chapter 2 Deduction Failure

Cole's Point of View

Look at that! Pretty huge for a jewel. I thought after seeing the newspaper's headline.

"Nice shirt, you look like a dork." Dylan commented.

"Nice smell, you reek like a fish." I replied.

"Hey, it's my third time taking a bath today."

"Wow! That's more than the times you take bath in a month and you still stink."

"It's not my fault I can't open the bottle of soap." I didn't bother to answer. He doesn't even know what's a soap and a shampoo.

"Hi guys! I have a great news!" Our uncle said. He's living in the neighborhood.

"What? Dylan's one of your inventions and I'm an only child?"

"Close enough. Inside this bag are my new inventions."

"This better be good." I said. Last time he showed us his invention, he turned our room in a charcoal factory.

"Whatever that is, let's see it in the living room." Dylan said.

"Come on guys, these are harmless."

"You mean, you got one for each of us?" I can't wait to see it.

"Tadaa!" He took 2 small boxes out of his bag.

"Why don't you look excited?" He sound disappointed.

"Charlie, I have a pencil holder." I said

"And I have a box for my boogies." Eww. Remind me again how I'm related to this guy who looks just like me.

"These ain't pencil holder and boogy whatever, inside are the real deal!"

"Then what are we waiting for?" Dylan opened the boxes and took the little badges inside.

"Are these keychains?"

"No Dummy, these are detective badges. Where did you get 'em?" I asked.

"More than that, there's a device installed in these tiniwini badges which could enable both of you to communicate anytime. I made it for you guys."

"Cool! Now I can ask for Cole's answer on the Math exam without anyone noticing." I glared at him.

"What does this red button do?" I'm inspecting the badge. You wouldn't know if there's a switch or anything that could blow this thing.

"That's a record button. You can record your conversation if you want to." That wouldn't come in handy. What is he thinking? I'm already sick of hearing Dylan's voice directly from him. I'd never wish to hear it more than that.

"Any who, I shall take my leave. I'm working on with a robot toy for my son."

"That's great! I'm coming with you, gotta go to Cedrick's. We'll shoot some hoops." Dylan picked the basket ball.

"Alrighty then, Let's go." They both went out and left me.

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If there's just one thing I need to do which requires a communication with Dylan. Nah. Who am I kidding? I'd never need him in my life.
I went to the kitchen and saw a tray on the table. I wonder what's in it. I was about to open it when Dad hit my hand. He's wearing a messy apron.

"Nah ah ah. Don't touch that."

"What? It's just a stupid tray."

"That stupid tray is my present for your Mom."

"Is it her birthday?"

"No."

"Is it your birthday?"