Kind of off track from writing my other story, but here is an idea I've had for a day and a half and I just wanted to know what you guys think. It will be completely in Zack's POV. If offend anyone, please don't take offese, kind of new to this whole psychology thing.

I hate it when your whole life ends up being a lie. I mean, first you're pretending, then the next thing you know its reality. Life stinks.

Okay, backtrack. The new guidance counsellor called me in last week, and said she wanted to have daily sessions with me. At first I thought she was joking. I even said to her, "Is not doing your homework some sort of disorder?" I was met with a serious face and tone. This woman was dead serious. Apparently I exhibited a series of behaviours that told her there was some sort of long dumb scientific explanation for it.

Anyways, today after a whole week of boring questions and very long periods of sitting, (I mean a class alone is tough, but when you have to think and sit at the same time, you can't sit still) I was given a diagnosis. (Long words shouldn't exist, they just confuse people! There are ways to say things shortly…) Apparently, that means that there is a reason I act like I do.

ADD stands for Amazingly Desirable Dude. So, everybody is basically all over me because I am just so awesome. Just kidding, sadly… It stands for Attention Deficit Disorder. If you don't know what that means, go look it up because I don't want to explain it. I was given a sheet that said what disorder I have, symptoms, treatments… yada, yada, yada. I was just about to head to the office so I could phone my mom, when I saw my twin brother Cody head into the office.

What was he doing here? Did he have ADD, did he get an award? (No surprise there…) Was he being told about my diag-whatever? Gah, I'll just wait till he comes out. Wait for it…wait for it…wait for it…nope. Oh well, I can wait for five minutes, right?

After I pondered about what Cody was up to, my mind sorta wandered. Have you ever noticed how people overlook alpacas? I mean they bring in so much more profit than llamas. I really want a dog, but the last person I told this to, said they heard a rumor about a dog so big, it squashed an old lady! Now that's unrealistic and yet… so cool! Maybe a Chihuahua would be better than a Great Dane. Have you ever noticed how big their ears are? I mean compared to their little bodies they are HUGE!

Once I snapped back to reality, I realised that the GC was right. This is so cool! Now Cody can't criticize me for getting a D in English today! Wait a minute… Cody…was in the GC room right now! Hope he comes out soon.

There we go! Here he comes, time to unload my question gun. Cheesy, I know, but it is quite accurate.

"What are you doing here?" He jumped five feet in the air. What if… what if he jumped TEN feet in the air? Ha, he'd probably go right through the ceiling!

"W-what are you doing here? Don't scare me like that!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm here to find out what you're doing here!"

"Good point and… I don't want to talk about it…"

"Talk about what?"

"That I have… Wait a minute…you're trying to trick me."

"Guilty. But seriously, I'm your brother and I have a right to know these kinds of things."

"I don't want to talk about it," he started walking.

"Stop, I'll tell you why I was here, if you tell me why you were here."

He turned and I noticed that he had a pink slip as well. How would I describe it… hot pink mixed in with a touch of orange?

"Zack," he was waving his hand in front of my face. "Did you even hear me?"

"Hear what?"

"I said that I have OCD."

"Huh? Oh, and I have ADD!"

"I'll explain later, and why are you so excited about that?"

"I dunno, and is that slip coral, or just an orange-looking pink?"