The Twins

Chapter 5: Home

(Part 1: Silver)

   Once the weekend arrived both Marie and I just stayed home. Marie had stayed out pretty late at the festival and caught a cold so she had to stay in for a few days. Matthew took this opportunity to sleep in really late. It was around 14:00 when he had gotten out of bed and dressed. Marie had woken up a long time before him and was watching a movie in the living room when Matthew had gotten downstairs.

"hey bro." She says casually. Her voice sounding stuffy and cracking twice during that short sentence. Matthew snickers at her,"hey. Feeling a bit under the weather? I'd make a joke about being sick but that might be a little too cold for you."

   Marie throws a pillow at her brother causing him to laugh and stick his tounge out, running away. Soon all the pillows were being thrown across the room at top speed. Matthew hides behind a wall grabbing the pillow that are in his reach and chucking them back towards his sister. The battle had begun.

   From the kitchen the twins' dad pokes his head around the corner earning himself a face full of pillow. Both twins freeze. The tension in the room is almost tangible. After a 20 seconds that feel like an eternity Matthew smirks and throws another pillow at his dad. He catches it and looks over at his son with a smirk,"oh you've done it now." He replies throwing the pillow back and grabbing a few more to throw at Marie. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of a pillow fight again.

   Once all three of them were tired out they collapsed on the floor in a pile. The twins' dad, Arthur Bolin, was a tall man with blond hair and green eyes, like his children. He owned a small in-home art studio called "Arthur Bolin's art shop: Bolin you over since 3065." It was reasonablely popular. He would sell his art and sometimes the art of others who sold it to him, and teach art classes. Because the shop was at the house he ended up there most of the time.

    Talia Bolin, their mother, was a business woman as well. She worked as upper management in the company that makes and maintains the teleporters around town. She was the bread winner in the house but was away for most of the day having to go to work all the way to district 50. She was a kind but stern woman.

    In Edis there are two paths to choose from when it comes to making a living. Having a career or a hobby. Having a career is required if you live alone unless you have a disability but if you are married to someone one of you had to have a career while the other doesn't have to. Again, exceptions are made for those with disabilities. Having a career means you have to work longer hours and don't really get to choose where your assignment is, but you get to bring out your potential to the fullest. The society in Edis makes sure that people are able to pursue the things that interest them and give them the skills to excel at them. The people that choose a career are often more ambitious.

    A hobby is what one would do when they have interests that they want to pursue but can't handle the longer hours, or just want more freedom to work when they want. These people often create things from their home like art, computer programs, furniture and more. Arthur Bolin's art shop is a hobby business so he gets to choose the hours he works. Another reason why he is in the house more than his wife.

   "Alright you little shits why don't you help me make that pie for later?" Arthur says jokingly as he stands. He swipes a hand through his hair to straighten it and helps the twins to stand again. He often made desserts for the family. It was one of the things that interested him. So much so that he had even considered being a pastry chef as a career.

   The twins both run into the kitchen. While neither of them really liked baking they did enjoy taste testing the finished products. It was also a kind of family ritual to them, something familiar and comforting. Both twins would later say that it was the one thing they missed most about home.

   It wasn't long until the kitchen smelled of freshly baked apple pie. The family had gotten extremely good at making desserts quickly and efficiently, after many previous failures. There were several times that Matthew had dropped the mixing spoon in cake batter and ended up finding it in the cake later, or times they had forgotten to set the timer and ended up burning the dessert, along with half of the kitchen.

    With the pie finished the family separated to relax doing their own thing. Arthur painted, Marie watched t.v, and Matthew texted Amani.

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Amani: how did the pie turn out?

Matthew: pretty well I'd say. Marie even found an article on the internet that showed us how to add designs into the crust.

Amani: Really? Sounds cool. What did you add?

Matthew: Just hearts and flowers.

Amani: Cute.

Matthew: I can almost hear you laughing at me.

Amani: I am. Very loudly.

Matthew: Rude.

Amani: XD. Anyways so that's something you do with your family often?

Matthew: Yeah. Even since I was little.

Amani: Must be nice. I don't live with my parents anymore.

Matthew: Really? What happened to them?

Amani: .....

Matthew: You don't have to tell me if you want.

Amani: No it's ok. They well....they were sent to the surface for creating illegal weapons for the black market.

Matthew: Holy Shit.

Amani: Yeah. So I've been living in foster care for the past 5 years.

Matthew: Wow I had no idea! Sorry to hear that.

Amami: It's ok I'm used to it. Well it's almost curfew. Good night.

Matthew: Yeah good night.