Artimé High School: School Sucks

Their Story

Warning! This chapter involves abuse and violence, so read at your own risk!!! I'll give you a heads up when that part is starting.

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"WHAT?" everyone screamed. Everyone around them stopped what they were doing, and looked at them.

"Ugh, not again. Nothing to see here people! Shoo!" shouted Aaron.

"Ah, sorry. What do you mean by 'not again?'" asked Kaylee.

"Oh, when we found a place to stop at the airport when we got off the plane, Alex yelled, 'I'm back, Artimé!!' and everyone looked at him," answered Aaron, smirking.

"Hah! Typical, stupid Alex," said Samheed as he started to smirk as well, and punched Alex on the arm, not so lightly.

"The heck, Sam? Oh, you're gonna get it! You remember that promise we made before we moved? Well, we're fighting after this!" said Alex.

"For sure!"

"Guys? Back on topic?" Lani half-asked.

"Oh right. Yeah. They're our sisters," Alex said.

"Yeah, you've told us, but how? Since when?" asked Sky.

"Well, obviously, our mother gave birth to them, and since 14 months ago," answered Aaron.

"Ugh, no! I mean, just tell us the story! And where's your parents?" said Sky.

The twin boys looked at each other. "Well..."

                                    •13 Months Ago•

Warning! Abuse and violence start here!

"Goo Goo!" cried Fifer.

    "Oh, be quiet you little brat!" screamed Mrs. Stowe.

    Her yell caused Thisbe to started crying tremendously.

    "Not you too! Ugh, come here, little one," said Mrs. Stowe.

    They kept on crying. Mr. Stowe came to help her.

    "Calm down, it's ok. Why do we even have these brats?" asked Mr. Stowe.

"I don't know. Let's put them in their bed," said Mrs. Stowe.

    Mr. and Mrs. Stowe put both twins in their bed and went to the living room.

    "Mother! Do we have any bread?" called Alex from the kitchen.

    "Yes, why?" asked Mrs. Stowe

    "Uh, nothing! We're just um, going to make a sandwich, yeah, that's it!"

    "Tch, I doubt it," Mrs. Stowe whispered to her husband. "Oh, ok! It's in the cabinet! Let me help you!" She started toward the kitchen.

    "Wha- No! I got it!" said Alex.

    "No, here!" Mrs. Stowe grabbed the bread from the cabinet and handed him a slice.

    "Um, can I have another slice? Y-You know, you can't make a sandwich without two slices! Hehe..." said Alex, nervously, while his mother reached for another slice and handed both to him.

    "Oh, alright. But remember! Don't give any to Thisbe and Fifer. Those bratty little babies," said Mrs. Stowe, saying that last part under her breath.

    Alex's fist clenched, and his teeth gritted. Then he burst. "Why don't you ever feed them! They need food!" shouted Alex. Me and my big mouth, he thought.