A Secret

-Beware, Yoai! And incest…. -

I sit calmly in the rowdy classroom I call my homeroom. I look around to see people running around as the teacher exits the room. Middle school is not as you would think when you first enter. At the start you believe it would be fun and happy.

It's really not.

It's nothing like in the movies, only thing the movies got right is the drama. But, everything else isn't correct.

I feel someone look over at me and I meet their stare. It's the new guy, Alfred F. Jones. I look straight into his baby blue eyes. Everything looks just like me, maybe too much like me. I stand and walk over to him.

"Hello, I'm Alfred F. Jones!" He loudly says. I nod and play with the ends of my jacket more.

"I am Matthew Williams, It's a pleaser to meet you!" I say, smiling a bit.

"Cool! Hey, did ya know, you look almost just like me, but you have purple eyes." I nod again with my curl bouncing up and down.

"Yeah, I do know. Um, what day is your birthday?" I ask quietly. He tilts his head and thinks for a bit.

"Um, July first, but I normally celebrate it July fourth, why?"

"That's when my birthday is!" I loud scream, which to others sounds like normal talking. The bell rings causing the room to file out.

"Awesome! Hey, can I ask you something?" He asks, his voice lowering. I nod again and he takes a breath, "Do you, ya know, have a mom by any chance?" I look at him puzzled.

"Non, I don't have a mother." I tell him. A soft, 'oh' is sounded from him.

"I was thinking, maybe we could be, like twins! But without a mother for either of us, it's kind-of hard to say that…" His sentence dies off. I smile softly.

"Maybe we aren't twins, but we can be best friends!" I say. He laughs loudly and I look down, "Or not..."

"No! We're friends, it's just you're cute when you say things like that!" He laughs again and I frown.

"I'm not cute, I'm handsome because I'm a boy." I huff at him.

"Sure, you act like a baby polar bear though, hey that's my nickname for you! Baby Polar Bear!" I look at him.

"Non! Otherwise I'll call you…" I think for a moment, "Loud guy?" It was supposed to be a statement that turned into a question.

"Yeah, whatever Polly, here!" He hands me a piece of paper, "text me whenever you get home that way we can talk, like normal friends." He runs off.

"I have a friend?" I ask myself quietly, walking to my next class.