I know I already have about six other stories, but I really wanted to write this one. I used the same names as my other story, 'The Seven Others'.
WARNING: Swearing.
Chapter 1 I sat in class, thinking and completely ignoring the teacher.
"Koby, what is the answer?" The voice broke through my thoughts.
"Huh? What?!" My head snapped up and I looked around frantically.
Mihi sniggered from across the room.
Darcy laughed lightly at me.
Miss Howard rolled her eyes, "Koby, you need to learn to pay attention."
"Sorry. T'won't happen again."
"Sure, but then she'll start thinking about all the skateboards and ugly man clothes she wears." Mihi said quietly to her friend, Zellie, who giggled.
I glared at them.
"It's okay Kobs. They're just bitches." Grace said, patting my arm.
"Fine. Whatever."
"On with your work please!" Miss Howard said.
I looked down at the worksheet in front of me. What the hell was the square root of 211?!
Darcy sat beside me, finishing in thirty seconds flat.
I gaped at her, "Are you a fuckin' alien or what?!"
Darcy laughed, "That's what she said!"
"That doesn't work, guys." Grace said.
"Does if you think about it enough." I said, stifling laughter.
"Why the hell do I hang out with you two?"
""'Coz you love us."" The both of us said at once.
"And you're our sister, too." I added.
See, the thing is, Grace, Darcy and I aren't blood related. Darcy and I are twins, and adopted by Grace's parents when we were all six.
We were identical, but I was always more of a boy at heart.
Darcy loved One Direction, I loved Bowling For Soup. She'd wear short-shorts while I would wear cargo shorts and skater shoes.
Darcy and I had short brown hair. It wasn't dark, it was light, but not blondish, either. While she usually had her's brushed and neatish, mine was always scruffy and messed up.
We also had bright blue eyes.
My smile was crooked, her's was perfect.
We were almost opposite in our looks, but we were very similar in personality. We both had pretty dirty minds, though mine was dirtier, we both loved tricking people and messing with their heads, Halo, and anime.
I was always getting teased about how I dressed, but I just fought back harder, violence, sometimes.
Mihi was giggling again.
My eyes shot up and made contact with hers.
They were filled with hate and... bitchiness?
I slammed my fists down on the table and speed-walked out of the room.
"Koby!" Darcy called after me, following.
She was the older twin, and was way more responsible and mature than me, but I never really thought about it... Too much.
I stormed over to the closest brick wall, then started to punch and kick it.
"Stupid. Fucking. Bitch." I growled.
Arms wrapped around my waist.
I looked over my shoulder and saw my eyes looking back at me, although they were Darcy's.
"Come on. Calm down Kobs."
I turned around in her arms and hugged her back, "I'm sorry. It's just that she's horrible. It's not my fault I'm a tomboy."
"I know. It's okay." Darcy rubbed soothing circles on my back.
We both felt another set of arms around us.
Grace squeezed tightly, "Hey you two."
"Why did you follow?" I asked.
"I can't just leave my little sisters to be sad." She pulled away, leaving us both still hugging.
The bell rang.
"INCEST!" Mihi yelled.
Darcy and I shot daggers at her, ""Slut. Who cuts their dress that short?""
We pulled away from our hug and looked at her more levelly.
Mihi sneered, "At least it's legal for a boy and a girl to get married, just not siblings."
I lunged at her, shoving her to the ground.
"Koby, no!" Grace cried, as I pulled her hair.
Mihi squeaked in surprise and kneed me in the stomach.
"Oof!" I tumbled backwards, then kicked her in the chest.
"PERVERT!" Mihi screamed, attracting the attention of all the students that were milling about, going to their next class.
Zellie helped Mihi up, then pulled her a 'safe distance' away from the 'pervert'.
I sat on the floor, panting, hair mussed around and a scratch just under my eye. Her over-manicured nails must've got me at some point.
"Koby!" Darcy darted over, squatting down next to me. Her eyes held fear and sadness, "You're hurt..."
"I'm fine. I'd be more worried about the bunhead over there. I think I may have pulled half of her hair extensions out." I gestured to Mihi, a handful of her hair in my hand.
Mihi's hair was at different lengths all around. She was crying over a broken pink-painted nail.
"What is going on here?!" Mister Dangerrah demanded, walking over and glaring.
"She attacked Mihi!" Zellie said, pointing to me accusingly.
Grace was hugging me around the shoulders.
Girls crowded around every side, trying to see what trouble had ensued.
I stared angrily at the ground.
"Miss Ashley! To the principal's office, now!"
Darcy took my hand and squeezed it encouragingly as I stood up, ignoring the stabby-pain in my ankle.
I walked down the hall, Darcy next to me on one side and Grace on the other. She had dark brown hair that went down to her waist and stormy green eyes that usually sparkled, but were somewhat dull right now.
"Why did you have to jump at her?" She asked.
Darcy sighed, You know that's no reason to attack her.
We had a mental link. That meant we could hear each other's thoughts.
"I'm sorry alright?!" I snapped, wrenching my hand away and striding forward to the principal's office.
I'd done it. I'd been expelled.
I sat silently on the bus back home, hugging my knees to my chest.
Darcy sat next to me, watching me carefully.
Grace sat behind us, leaning on top of the seat.
"How am I gonna tell Mum and Dad?" I whimpered.
"It'll be okay. We'll tell them with you." Darcy said, hugging me tightly.
I leaned gratefully into her embrace, then took a breath, "Okay. I will do this."
Before I got to say anything, my mother had already started talking, "Guess what girls? We're moving to Japan!"
"Wait, what?" Grace said, shaking her head.
""Yeah, what?""
Mum smiled, "Your father got promoted, so now he has to go to Japan to work, and we're going with him. Sorry, but you kids will have to move schools."
There was a pause, then I started jumping up and down in joy, "Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes!"
Darcy smiled in relief, then hugged me.
Grace grinned slightly, "When are we moving?"
"Sunday. In three days."
"Let's go start packing!" I cried, taking Darcy's hand.
She ran next to me.
When we reached our room, we started organising things to pack.
Suddenly a light bulb seemed to glow above Darcy's head.
"Hey Koby..."
"GYAH!" Grace screeched as white powder flew at her from all sides.
""Hahaha!"" Darcy and Koby laughed, clutching their stomachs, ""You shoulda seen your face!""
Grace glared, "You two..."
"What are you gonna do?" Darcy asked.
"Tell on us?" I finished the question, smirking.
"No." Grace shook her head, "Do this!" She pulled out a carton of milk, then splashed us all over with it.
We both gasped in surprise, then grinned evilly.
Darcy threw a carton of eggs at me, which I caught easily and started hurling at Grace. She threw custard at us, half of which I caught in my mouth. Darcy started firing pasta sauce and throwing bread.
"Girls!" A deep voice said from the doorway.
We all froze and shifted our gazes to see our Father.
"Oh... Hi dad." Grace grinned sheepishly.
"What have you done?!"
""Uh..."" Darcy and I exchanged glances, ""She started it!"" Both pointing to Grace.
"What?!" Grace yelled, "No I didn't! You're the ones who threw flour at me!"
"Go and shower, then get to bed. It's already nine thirty."
""Yes Father.""
"Okay."
Three days later, it was time to go on the plane.
It was currently 5:35 AM.
I was flopped down on one of the airport chairs. Y'know, those really uncomfortable ones with only thin little cushions.
I had my headphones on and was listening to Bowling For Soup, the song 1985.
Darcy was sitting next to me, on her laptop and watching some documentary about One Direction.
Unlike us, Grace loved Taylor Swift. She listened to her every day.
I, personally, hated Taylor Swift and One Direction.
Both my sisters had objections to Bowling For Soup, too.
Grace was gone, over at a small cafe ordering coffee for the three of us.
Mum and Dad were going to check our flight.
"I don't see why we have to get here this early. The plane leaves at seven." I mumbled grumpily. I wasn't much of a morning person.
This morning, I was wearing my favourite baggy black jeans, white Avengers tee and black and grey striped hooded-knitted-jumper.
Darcy wore her blue jeans and a black tee, and Grace was wearing jeans and a purple hoodie and her 'Bazinga!' tee.
"I'm back." Grace said, passing us both our coffees.
I sat up and drank quickly.
"Girls! It's time to get on the plane!" Dad called.
"Awesome." I yawned, then followed Grace and Darcy to the boarding area.
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