I entered the lunchroom just like I did every afternoon. The endless chatter of the clueless students around me was easy to block out. I followed a group of preppy girls into the long lunch line and I sighed as I overheard what they were talking about. "So about those tickets to the Church dance, when are you going to pay me back? Oh, and are you going? Everyone will be there!" The dance this Friday, everyone was going. I guess my brother and I didn't count as "everyone". I looked behind me to my usual table, the table I shared with Isaac and a few of his friends and Elli my best and only friend. Elli brought some of her friends to join us of coarse, but they immediately classified me and my brother as losers and never sat with us after that. I raised my eyebrows as I spotted my twin at a different table than normal, he smiled his shy smile and waved to me, signaling that he wanted me to sit with him at that table today. I nodded and quickly grabbed a plate of some indescribable substance the Lunch Ladies called "pizza".
When I got closer to Isaac's isolated table in the back of the room I saw that he had a small cupcake on his light blue lunch tray, now, Isaac was small for our age and skinny too he didn't usually eat cupcakes. I don't even think he likes frosting! "Hey," I said, plopping my tray down next to his. "H h hey." he stuttered quietly, I smiled at him as I sat down. When Isaac and I were little we used to live in a house near a lake. One extremely cold winter mom sent us out to play in the snow, we were only 6 so we wandered to the back woods of the house near the lake. Isaac slid out on the ice under a pine tree's branches it was almost on the ice because of how heavy the snow was. I remember him saying "Come on, Liddie, it's really cool under here!" I shook my head and when the wind blew hard the snow rolled off the branch onto Isaac. When the snow hit he fell onto the ice and he hit his head hard, the doctors said that his brain was mixed up and it can't transmit messages properly. It's like saying that his mouth goes to fast for his brain, that's how I like to think of it.
"What's up, why the isolation?" I asked curiously picking up the slice of "pizza" and taking a bite, I wrinkled my nose and spit the pizza I had in my mouth into a napkin I stole from Isaac's tray. He laughed a little, "I I think w we should celebrate." he said quickly, "for K K Kira." I nodded, today was our little sister's birthday, I didn't know her very well she only lived a couple of seconds but Isaac and I always sang happy birthday for her, I totally forgot, I was too busy internally gagging at the girls in the line. "Are you actually going to eat the cupcake or will you give it to me after one bite?" I teased, he shook his head and didn't reply. Isaac isn't much of a social butterfly he really only talks to me, we could even talk without saying anything at all. Dad calls it "twin telepathy." It's a little ironic, actually, sometimes I can't shut up. "w w we c c couldn't celebrate at h h home, Mom will b b be all teary and c cry." he pointed out, I frowned, we could celebrate in the tree house." I said, "and you could bake a real cake, I don't even think that thing is edible." I pointed to the cupcake, Isaac chuckled, "I l l like t t that idea b b better." I grabbed the cupcake off of his tray and studied it, "I think I would know a real cupcake when I see oneā¦.this is not a real cupcake." I licked some of the frosting off and it had too much sugar, I didn't think that was possible. "egh," I wrinkled my nose again and gave the cupcake back. " I d d don't w w want it!" Isaac laughed and almost threw it back towards me, I giggled.
"Conner!" Mr. Peterson, our assistant principle walked over to the table, "and Conner!" It was kind of hard to address us when we were in trouble, but, what else could they come up with? 'Hey, you kids that look like each other, stop harassing each other with that cupcake. It looks kind of wrong!' I giggled at the thought and Mr. Peterson gave me his famous evil eye, I shuttered and so did Isaac. "Stop playing with your food and EAT IT!" he thundered, he had a serious problem with food throwing it's a long story. Isaac stole a look at me and I smiled a little, "Our school pays good money for this food," he grabbed Isaac's apple and shook it in the air violently, I honestly couldn't control myself I started cracking up. It's just like those rare occasions when Mom lets Dad do the punishing and he yells and stuff, it's just really that funny! "What are you laughing at, Young lady? Do you want another office detention?" I got so many detentions from this guy that he now gave them for no reason at all. "What would your mother say if I called her right now?" He fumed, I rolled my eyes and Isaac elbowed me in the ribs to stop laughing. "You're going to get in even more trouble, stop!" Oh, I know him like a book, I nudged him right back and said, in my mind of coarse, "I can't help it! Let me handle this." My protective brother gave up and let me talk.
"You know what? My mother probably would care, you give me so many detentions that when I come home she practically expects new of a detention! Isaac's the good child you know." I said coolly, I swear the vain on his temple would have exploded by now if it wasn't for the end of lunch bell signaling for everyone to get the hell out of the lunch room so the next group of kids could eat. "nice talking to you Mr. Peterson!" I said quickly and I grabbed my tray and Isaac's arm before he could actually give me another detention, "Saved by the bell." I muttered, Isaac chuckled blackly.
So? How was it this time? Do you like Lydia and Isaac? lol
