The Wild Girl

Chapter 2

My missing clothes didn't alarm me in the slightest bit, I knew what'd happened to them, it was those damned raccoons. I knew they must be close so I slowly snuck around the corner and slid over the trunk of the tree just to see Ginny and Harry (yes I named them that) standing outside of their den with my clothes dangling from their mouths. I lunged forward and grabbed the hanging parts just before they got away. "Aha!" I screamed in triumph. A gigantic grin spreading across my face. I skiped happily back to my home and started my evening routine: open door, start fire, cook left over meat, get under blanket, go to bed. It was the same every day. I woke up and again grapped my water bottle headed to the river and washed up the clothes I wore yesterday. When I walked back to the river the raccons had decided to play their game again, or so I thought. When I rounded the corner crouched down it was not at all what I expected, at first I thought he was a tree until I followed my eyes up to meet his. There standing in front of me was a tall man with piercing blue eyes that bored into my soul. A smirk played across his lips though his eyes held sadness. "Well, well, aren't you in a hurry." He remarked not without a tinge of humor. I stared blankly at him not quite sure if I even remembered how to talk. I wanted to run but I was frozen in my place. "What's your name?" he asked a bit more seriously, but all I could do was continue to stare. "What is your name?" He asked again impatiently his deep voice as rich and smooth as chocolate ringing in my ears. I coughed to clear my throat and answered roughly, "Keithia." My voice resembled that of a rusty sink who's pipes hadn't been cleaned in a couple years. "Oh my God." Was his only reply. "What is the matter?" I asked a little less rickety but very enunciated. "You, your my sister." He said stumbling over his words. It was then that I realized exactly how much we looked alike. We had matching jet black hair although his was a short side sweep cut and mine was accesorized with twigs and dirt making it way less glossy and beautiful than his. Both our skin tones were a pale olive color (the kind that stays tan even through the winter) and I was a bit darker than him because of all the time I spend outside (like I go anywhere). We also had the same eyes as far as could tell from sneeking peeks in the lake water. He was the kind of lanky tall that matched my stature perfectly. It was uncanny how alike we both were. Something scratched in the back of my head, like a memory from long past times past all the caught squirrls and my tree home a real house filled with love, the smell of chicken frying in a pan, my mother laughing, my father telling jokes, and my twin teaching me how to sing without sounding like a cat falling off the empire state building.(Ha ha catch that guys *wink wink*) "Are you,Am I, Are we twins?" I finally manage to spit out. "Yes." Kiran said. Kiran, that was his name I remembered. He spread his arms wide and asked,"May I?" "What?" I replied. "Hug you." "Oh,... yeah." I'm very socially offtune now. He pulls me into his arms and softly let out a tear or too. "I've missed you so much." He said and suddenly i'm back in kinder garden again." Keithia, you"ll be in room 102. Kiran, your in 108." It was the end of the world to us and we clutched each other in tight grips until they finally pulled us apart and into our own classrooms even then we threw such fits that they switched our scedules. "I've missed you too." I mumbled under my breath. "I've missed you too."