Trouble With Brothers

I stared at my blank paper. I could swear that the world hated me. I studied all freakin night, and still I can't seem to think of any of the answers to my exam. I knew all of them but my mind was too focused on ''other things'' to remember any of the answers. Why does it have to be like this? Why can I not get them out of my head? Its like they are both stuck there permanently 24/7.

I picked up my pencil again, and started bubbling in random answers. abcdabcdabcd. There I was done, metaphorically speaking. I took up my test only to find Mrs. Finnick, my biology teacher giving me a disaproving look as she glanced at my answers.

RRRIIINNNGGGG!!!! the bell rang off and I picked up my books and scuttled to my locker down the hall. I tried to take as long as I could and delay but I couldn't go slow enough. I would never be ready for this. How could I ever be ready to make a decision this big. The truth was...

...I LOVED THEM BOTH