Black and White

   In the game of life, it's important to know your surroundings. What I was doing was simple surveillance and not "daydreaming" as my brother liked to insist. I studied each face, each emotion the faces create until there was nothing else to know. I learned from their eyes what no one could guess from their words. I learned about their pasts, their dream, and ambitions. They each had a story... a desire. The secrets they locked in their minds are so outlandish and anomalous that they couldn't speak their unorthodox notions without fear of ridicule. They were shadows in my peripheral which I blocked from my vision. All of them were smart, though; intelligence is the key factor to getting in Witman Academy, a boarding school of the finest class catering only to genius children-- or children of rich decent.
   My brother and I were the textbook definition of genius children. Since birth, we were seen as inhuman children with knowledge that wasn't natural. We baffled scientists and were kept like lab-rats for the benefit of the government. To the scientists, we were oddities meant to be kept secret. To the world, we did not exist. Hardly anyone knew of our existence, only the head of the orphanage from where we were "discovered", our nanny, scientists, and a few important government officials. That was when we decided that we weren't experiments, we were people(and still are). We faked our deaths and ran away erasing any information about us on every outlet we could find; it was like we were erased completely. The only two people who knew who we were by sight would never give up our secret. Only the head of the orphanage and our nanny cared about us, only they know what our real names were. To the government and scientists we were T101 and T102 the extremely young children with outstanding abilities; we were their power to gain. But we aren't anymore. Our names are no longer kept between two people but an entire school of people. And the best thing is.. none of them know who we are.

   Between the two of us, Jacob knows I'm smarter. I watch as his red irises follow the teacher while drifting around the classroom, his head lying in his crossed arms. My brother and I look almost exactly alike; however, due to the split of a single gene, our likeness is only similarity and not precisely the same. Had I been born an only child I would be albino, but somewhere along the terrible process and miracle of life, I became a twin. At that point no longer did I have red eyes indicative of albinism, but instead blue ones-- which would have belonged to my brother. Instead, my black-haired and relatively dark-skinned brother owned a pair of crimson eyes.
   He glances at me and then his eyes go back to following the grueling lesson. It's not that we don't understand what the professor is saying; it's just we know all too well. I have the great gift of memorizing anything I've ever seen, heard, felt, and even tasted. Jacob doesn't have that brilliance, though he possess an even greater faculty.  For some strange and frightening reason, everything he guesses is true. I've seen the impossible with him-- every guess is correct. I never understood how, but I suspect a strange sixth sense to actually exist. For such a brilliant pair it would surprise many for us to remain in school. This is all, however, an excellent cover for me and Jacob's shared role as a certain detective who goes under the pseudonym "White". Jacob chose the name "White" as a funny observation of my hair, and I can't lie, I've grown fond of the name. You may think that enrolling in a school for geniuses wasn't a wise decision for a pair of geniuses on the run until you take into account that nobody really knows. We scored as low as we possibly could on the entrance exam, and we simply act as if we're hardly enough to stay in the academy.  

   I watch the world around me with blank eyes and no desire to fit in, yet I do. And that just makes everything fit perfectly with my schedule. There's plenty in this world for me to accomplish.