The Twin

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*"BOOM!SWISH!BOOM!"*
The rain keeps getting worse and worse.
"Christopher! Christian! I am about to leave for my trip, come here both of you!", Mom yells.
"Coming!" Christopher and I say while running down the stairs. As we stand in front of Mom, she hugs both of us tightly and says, "I am going to miss you guys so much!"
"It's only for the weekend, Mom!",says Christopher .
"I know... I know but still you both are still my babies!"
"We will call you every three or five hours, ok?", I say.
"Hmm...Ok,Christian. I like that idea! I love you both, bye!"

We wave Mom goodbye and watch her run through the rain to her car, then she drives off.
"So...what are we going to do today, Christian", says Christopher.

I just shrug and walk upstairs into my room and shut the door. I honestly didn't care what Christopher was going to do, we are both fourteen and I am pretty sure he can handle himself. I turn on my tv and plop on my bed.
*1 hour later*

My tv shuts off and so does the lights.I get out of my bed and feel around to find my door, I found it and swung it open. I yell, "Christopher!"
"Yeah!"
"Where are you?"
"Dude, I am right behind you."
" Oh" I use the flashlight on my phone and turn around to face Christopher. "Where is your phone? So you can use your flashlight."
"Well..umm...my battery is dead."
"What the?! ... oh my gosh!"
"Dude,it is fine. We have your phone" Christopher snatches my phone out of my hands.
"Bro, give me my phone!" I swipe back my phone and Christopher grabs hold off it tightly.
"Just let me use it you retarded, selfish, spoiled, lazy brat!",says Christopher.

Suddenly Christopher pushes my phone to the right and it hits the wall. I run toward my phone,it won't turn on.
"What did you do?!", I yell at Christopher.
"I didn't do that!" I was furious now. "Whatever, I am about to go downstairs to find some candles."

Christopher goes downstairs, I follow. Christopher walks into the kitchen and starts looking through drawers, as he looks for the candles, I grab a knife and stand behind him.

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