Random Short Stories

Random Short Story 2: The Mistaken Identity

It was a typical Saturday for the Connell family, not when the doorbell rang that 8 in the morning.

The father, Mr. Henry was busy preparing pancakes for breakfast at the kitchen counter when all of a sudden, the doorbell rang like crazy. He hustled off, leaving the pancakes already golden brown at the frying pan.

Mr. Henry opened the door, revealing the postman with a letter in hand. He received the letter and the postman left afterwards. It was addressed to her twin daughters, Gayle and Gail. He decided not to wake the girls up, it's still too early and besides, it's weekend. Nevertheless, he wants to inform the two about the letter, maybe it's something important, so he climbs upstairs to their room.

"Girls, wake up. You've got a letter," Mr. Henry's voice was muffled at the opposite side of the thick, pink- coated, mahogany door.

"A letter?" Gayle and Gail shouted in unison. A tone of excitement escapes their lips and started giggling. They're now literally jumping their beds. Their pillows rolling to the lavender carpeted floor, the bed sheets now ripped over, and Gail's Hello-Kitty collectibles scattered all over the space.

Like a flash of lightning, the door opened in front of Mr. Henry and immediately came in sight, her two beautiful identical twin daughters, who just woke up from sleep. The two still has this messy, uncombed hair, and morning glory, of course. Gayle snatched the letter from her dad and hurriedly tore up the sticker.

Mr. Henry couldn't help but frown at Gayle's impoliteness.

Gail and Gayle read the letter silently, their eyes swaying in a left-right movement. Mr. Henry was silent, watching them, fully awed. In his sight, the two of them looks like one single person, being mirrored.

" A Welcome Party," Gail gasped in a hushed tone. She glances over Gayle, and Gayle shots her back a knowing look.

"Someone's moving next door? And it's a HE? " Gayle eyed their dad from a corner. He didn't respond.

"Hope he's nice, though." Gail said as she walks over her bed.

"Yup, let's hope he's nice, ---- and cute?" Gayle whispered Gail. Mr. Henry just furrowed his eyebrows at this. The two girls let out a short laugh.

Now, they look over Mr. Henry, with puppy eyes, surely asking for approval. Mr. Henry shook his head slightly. He knew he could never resist these girls. They are just as precious as his deceased wife. He promised her he would take charge from then on.

" Because I'm a cool dad," He paused. "I'll let you go to the party, in a few conditions,"

"Yeah?" They sighed in anticipation.

"Go fix yourselves and clean this mess. Your room is a total pigsty." Henry gritted his teeth, "And come down for breakfa-," Mr. Henry was cut short when a burnt smell soothed his nostrils, before he realized...

"Shoot! The pancakes!" His voice faded as he came running back to the kitchen. They could hear loud thuds going downstairs.

Gail just shook her head in disbelief.

"Black, roasted pancakes for breakfast," Gail huffed as she starts picking up her Hello-Kitty collectibles and putting them back at the shelf. On the opposite side of the room was Gayle's territory. They share a room, but it's spacious enough to accommodate them both.

"Geez, I'm excited!" Gayle beamed, twirling ballerina style. She continues this and bumps accidentally to her bedside window.

He saw a figure of someone. Sitting in the porch next door, on his phone, Gayle recognized the familiar guy.