• “Wake up, lazybones!” a familiar said to me.

    I rolled over. “Ugggh…..what time is it?” I murmured groggily.

    “Time to get up,” Jaquelynn said cheerfully, pulling the blanket off of me. “We’ve got a big day.”

    I rolled over to look at her, and, seeing her disappointed face, sat up and put my hand on her shoulder. Jaquelynn was my (almost) identical twin sister. She was insanely beautiful for a seven year-old, with her long and silky blonde hair, her really shiny and almost catlike green eyes, and a little tiny mole on her left cheekbone. She was already bright-eyed and fully dressed in a knee-length summer dress and her hair in two pigtails at seven in the morning on a Saturday.

    “What’s wrong,” I asked sympathetically.

    “You don’t wanna wake up for Lydia’s birthday,” she looked back up at me, “we’re going somewhere special and Mom wanted me to wake you up!”

    “I almost forgot,” I said. “Where do you think we’re going?” I stood up and walked over to my closet, taking out a round box with a bow on it.

    “Probably an amusement park.”

    “Does Lyd know yet?” I looked through my closet for suitable clothes for an amusement park trip.

    “No, so don’t spill it. I recommend you wear something summery, it’ll be hot today, I know it.” She said, noticing me looking at my long-sleeved shirts. I looked back at her.


    Jaquelynn opened the drawer next to my bed, rummaged through it, and pulled out my favorite pair of shorts. “Perfect,” she said.

    Jaquelynn always had a very keen sense when it came to the weather. She was almost never wrong when she predicted it. At least, she got it right 4/5 times. I walked over to where she was standing, and took my pants from her hands gently, then went over to my closet and shut myself in to change. I could hear Jaquelynn just outside the door.

    You are the strangest boy I have ever met.” She said cheerfully.

    “How so?” I replied.

    “You’re shy about changing in front of people.”

    “I am not!” I said angrily. “For your information, I just feel rather uncomfortable changing in front of you.”

    “How come,” Jaquelynn inquired, opening the closet door.

    I stood there, staring at her for maybe ten minutes, making eye contact and trying (and failing miserably) into intimidating my older twin sister to leaving my room. That didn’t work very well. I tried to ask her telepathically, because I had read online earlier that week that twins had some kind of telekinetic bond. I still couldn’t get through to the quite stubborn girl. I shook my head.

    “What?” she asked.