Chapter 4

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I sat tapping the desk. It was almost a month later. “Sir!” I called. Mr LA came over. “Can I go see Rhys for our session now?” He nodded, smirking and I took off down to first years.

“Marcus!” I heard the kid yell. Rhys hugged me and I gave him a quick hug before pulling away.

“Rhys.” I grinned. “What shall we do today. We have an hour.”

A month later and we were in the same place.

“Can we do some spanish and will you actually tell me about spain?” His eyes were bright with excitement and I couldn’t resist. “Oh, Marcus?”

“Yeah?”

“My dad says you can come over for tea on Friday if you want?” I looked at him to see if he was kidding. Apparently not.

“I’ll have to ask my mum.” I told him and he nodded. “Do you want to start?” He nodded again and we sat down at the chairs by the side.

“Me llamo Rhys.” I nodded at him and Rhys looked at me in surprise. “What did I say?”

“You said my name is Rhys.” He hung his head at that. “What?”

“I called you Rhys.”

“Oh.” I laughed. “You said your name was Rhys!” He cracked a grin at that. “Try your paragraph again.”

“Hola. Me llamo Rhys. Tengo siete años. Tengo tres hermanos. Sus nombres son Flynn, Ethan y Daniel.”

I smiled at him. “Muy bien. Very good.” I gave Rhys a high five and his teacher started calling for him. “I gotta go. Bye.”

As I turned to leave I felt a small hand on my arm. “Please ask about tomorrow.” Rhys said. “Please?” I nodded.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

I strolled out of school and met up with Michael. He looked at me, glared, and walked away.

“Michael!” I yelled after him. He didn’t turn around. “Michael, come back!” He carried on walking so I followed him. He started to run, me after him. “Michael!”

“Just go away Marcus!” He screamed.

“What’s wrong with you!”

“You obviously care more about Rhys than your own twin brother!”

“Michael-”

You obviously don’t want me right now, ‘cause you’ve got Rhys but do you know what? You’re stuck with me.” He stopped and grabbed my shoulder with his one arm. “YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME!” And I lost it.

“JUST SHUT UP!” I screamed back. Grabbing his arm and pushing him away. “Leave Rhys out of it!” Maybe too hard. I watched as my brother fell, onto the road, into the path of a car. “MICHAEL!”

BANG!

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