Travel Through Time

Daily Rituals

'Myde! Give me back my phone before I rip your head off!' Shouted Arlene, Myde's older twin shouted as he ran for his life out of the living room clutching her mobile phone.

'As long as you give back my sitar!' He yelled back.

It all started when the two of them had returned home after school, Myde; as usual decided to get on his sisters nerves which led to her stealing his prized possession: His sitar. In return he stole her mobile whist she was texting her best friend Stacey in order to find out if her and their friend Jake had finally hooked up. They were now currently chasing each other throughout the house, luckily their father Durlo was out shopping, otherwise they would have gotten a major yelling at for making so much racket like they usually did, as in this family; the two twins stealing each others stuff and fighting with each other, was almost like a daily ritual.

'Get back here Myde!'

'Make Me!'

'OH I'LL MAKE YOU STOP! WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK YOU'RE DOING!'

'Busted' The two twins groaned in unison as their father walked through the door.

'What have I told you two about getting on each others nerves!'

'Hey Myde started it!'

'I don't care who started it, I'm just sick of you two winding each other up at any chance you get. It's driving me insane!' Durlo Yelled at them, angry to find that they had both; yet again, drove the neighbors to complain to him as he had got out of his car. 'I've just had Mrs Johanson stop me out by the car because of you two, threatening to call the social worker again! You know what happened last time!'

'Yeah but we all know that she wouldn't, you know what she's like.'

'Yes but that's just the thing Arlene, I'm not sure she was joking this time.'

'Aww dad, you worry too much!' Myde whined at his father, annoyed that he had brought this up again.

Durlo sighed 'You two just don't get it do you? Since your mother died I've had the social on my back thinking I can't take care of you kids.'

The two twins stood silent for a moment...they very rarely spoke about their mother ever since "the accident". After a while Arlene spoke up.

'...Dad...I think our problem is that the social keep catching us at the wrong time, trust me when I say the next time they come round me and Myde will be on our best behavior. Won't we Myde...'

'Yeah of course. Best behavior!' Myde responded, beaming at his father.

'Thanks you two. I must say, if anything happened to you again...I...I don't know what I'd do' Durlo smiled weakly at his two children. 'Now go on, go and do your homework before tea.'

''Kay dad' They both smiled back at him before going up to their bedrooms.