Breeze looked around. Blizzard, her identical twin brother, seemed to be picking on Black Ice, her other identical twin brother. Blizzard was wearing a green woolly jumper, for some reason. Usually he would be the one wearing the cool clothes.
"Blizzard, why are you wearing Icys shirt?" asked Breeze. They all called Black Ice Icy as a nickname. It was quicker. The only way she knew the difference between her brothers was either because Blizzard was picking on Icy or because of the clothes they were wearing. And their voices were slightly different, but you could only tell the difference between their voices if you had lived with them. Which Breeze had done.
"Mine is still in the wash. Not that you can talk, look at you, Breeze, your top isn't even ironed!" Blizzard replied.
"That's because it's your turn to do the ironing, and you've left it so long I have no more tops that aren't in the ironing pile!"
Blizzard grinned. "You're a girl, you're supposed to iron clothes."
"Maybe you should do it for once, or try and get a job! Because men are supposed to get jobs!"
"I'm only twelve and I'm just a lazy person who lets you do everything." He folded his arms and stuck his chest out.
Breeze was confused. What was the point in insulting himself like that? "Yeah, you are. But you have to do the ironing! I'll make Icy give you a lecture if you don't!"
"Fine. But I'll do it at the weekend. When we get a break from all this hard work. I'm still trying to forge mum's signature."
"I can already do mum's signature. And dad's. Why don't you just go do the ironing already?"
"I can't. Be. Bothered."
"Oh, yet you can be bothered to go off with your feminine little rollerblades?"
Black Ice looked up over the brim of his book. "Keep it down. I'm trying to read."
"Oh, right, sorry, Sir," Breeze said sarcastically, annoyed and frustrated that she had to spend every hour of everyday with the morons she called brothers.
Black Ice glared at Breeze. "Hey, could you help me out? This is a pathetic little code. It's really bugging me."
"Oh, sure!" Breeze caught the thick yellow book and flicked it to a random page, suddenly interested in whatever Icy was doing. "Oh, Icy, it's just a bunch of everyone's numbers."
Black Ice looked at her blankly, and she rolled her eyes at her clueless brother, boys could be so stupid...
"Telephone numbers, Icy." Breeze threw the book back at him. It hit him in the chest. "You wont find any of your imaginary friends in there."
Blizzard smirked and chuckled to himself.
"What are you laughing at, wise guy?" Black Ice jumped up onto his feet, knocking the book to the floor.
"Oh no! He's going to throw his tiny brain at me! Help!" Blizzard waved his arms about in the air. He wasn't exactly scared of his brother who was, in his eyes, a nerd. Black Ice liked to study a lot, it was his passion to learn everything about the Earth, even though he was a little clueless at times. At all times.
"Shut up," Icy said, trying to be threatening.
"Make me."
Black Ice sat down and started flicking through the telephone directory. Arguments led to nothing in his eyes.
"What are you looking for?" Blizzard asked more sensibly.
"Dinner." He pointed to a pizza advert. "Anyone for pizza?"
"Oh! Me! I don't care what it is, um, food would be nice!" Breeze hopped onto her feet.
Black Ice looked at Breeze, hopping around the room in happiness. Pizza was her favorite food. He smiled and noticed she still had her wings out.
Their wings, which they had gained when they had been kidnapped as part of a science experiment, were not very strong at first. They slowly got stronger, and stronger, until eventually they were able to lift a person off the ground.
Breeze popped them underneath her favourite green hoodie, that she actually only wore to hide her wings. It was uncomfortable to have to stuff her wings underneath a hoodie. Her brothers put their wings under too.
Along with their wings came another curse. The main part of the experiment was to see if blood could be switched. All three of them had been drained of blood, and what used to lay inside them was replaced with something far, far colder. So cold, they couldn't touch other people for fear of them freezing. Liquid Nitrogen. The one who carried out the experiment was a man called Slade, he wore a gold and black mask, and everything else he wore was just plain black. He was very intimidating. Her brothers and herself lost all their cells in their bodies. That included brain cells. They were quickly restored, now whatever they saw, heard or did, they could remember perfectly, though they had no memory of their past. They were far smarter than any normal people their age, they just didn't care or show it. For them, there was no point in knowing perfect grammar, or every word of every Shakespeare, or every prime number up to eleven digits long, or how to break into a NASA super computer. Blizzard used his brain to figure out how to be cool, make friends, and hook up with girls. Breeze used hers for figuring out people's attitude, and what they were thinking. She wasn't very good at it yet. It was hard to do. Icy spent his learning new stuff to do with maths and physics, although he already knew pretty much everything that could be learned. Each of them also had an adrenaline pumping extreme sport to go with their choice in learning skills- for Blizzard, Rollerblades were awesome. Breeze had a passion for skateboarding. Icy did free running- Basically running around a street, and doing flips, running up walls, and doing other tricks with only your body and surroundings. As awesome as all this stuff was, they didn't like not knowing what had happened in the other half of their life. Which was why they, all three or them, hated Slade.