Deciding Between The Twin Brothers

Chapter 6: Moon walks

Ha, I love her so much.

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"Wake up!"

Huh...

"WAKE UP!" I hear a feminine voice shout as I grip onto my fluffy yellow blanket even more. "No! What is with you all and waking up early in the morning?" I don't really care what I'm saying, I just want to distract the person so I can sleep in.

"Well, some of us don't want to be late to school." The voice deadpanned.

"Exactly, some. I'm not part of that some. I wanna sleep." I burry my face into my pillow. "You know what? I have an idea!" The voice says again then I hear footsteps leave my presence.

"Finally." I mumble into my pillow getting ready to-

"AHHHHH!!" I jump out of my sheets, reacting to the cold liquid that was splashed over me. What the heck!? "What is wrong with you!?" The words leave my mouth before I even know who I'm directing it too. Oh Emma.

"Oh Good, you're up." She smiles at me like she didn't just pour cold water over me. I narrow my eyes at her and say, " Again, what is wrong with you!?"

"Ugh, stop being such a butt. I only poured melted ice all over you so you wouldn't be late. You should be thanking me." She puts the bucket down and sits on the chair.

"Thank you." I said, sarcasm dripping off my sentence. "You're Welcome." She says not caring if I was being sarcastic or not. "Get into the shower, I was done an hour ago." she starts to brush her hair and that's when I notice the clothes she's wearing. Blue ripped jeans, a black tank top and snickers. Those are all my clothes.

Sighing, I get up and walk into the bathroom.

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"Alright I'm done, let's go! let's go! Let's go!!" I screamed down the stairs, slinging my bag around my shoulders. As I peered over the Stair's banister, I spotted Emma at the kitchen, flipping, chopping and doing God knows what people do in a kitchen.

Ha! My inside voice said, clearing forgetting that no one said she could talk yet. She cooks better than you, anyway.

Shut up. I told her, rolling my eyes. You're just an inside voice, you have no say in this.

Yeah, that's right, It said, but this inside voice still cooks way better than you.

JUST SHUT UP!!

Once I was done arguing with my dear inside voice about who could cook better, i dragged my feet down the stairs and towards the kitchen. At the Kitchen, which had started smelling really good, Emma was running around repeatedly, performing the magic we humans call 'Making food'. Quietly, I walked over to a stool, sat down and watched her.

But then, I remembered that I didn't open my bag at all last night, so, quickly, I threw my bag on the counter, and dug through it. Mumbling incoherently, I flipped through a bunch of books, and, after a short while, came face to face with the one subject that, for some unknown reason, always gave me headaches. Silently wishing there was no homework, or at least that I had done it in my dreams or something, I flipped through the pages.

Why did I have hope when I knew I definitely didn't even bother opening this book?

Letting out an unpleasant sound, I threw the book on the table and let my head down.

"Didn't do your homework?" Emma asked, giving me a knowing look.

"Correction: I didn't do my Spanish homework." I told her, raising my hand to emphasize my point. "Spanish gives me headaches."