A/N: This is a little different than what I usually write, but this idea's been in the works for a while, and I'm finally bringing it out.
Oh my god. Seven reviews on the first chapter!
You guys are amazing!
DemonSurfer: Thanks for pointing out that they'd have to be fraternal twins. :) I didn't know that. However, I never came out and said they were identical twins. I only said they were identical in every way, meaning they looked alike. I'm just saying. Either way, thanks for letting me know so I don't make a mistake in the future.
The average height for a four year old (of either gender) is 37 inches.
And remember, sharing is caring!
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~OS
Summary: Brett and Chett are identical twins. They say twins run in famililes. What if The Once-ler had a twin too? The girl his mother always wanted? And what happened to her?
The years went on, and eventually Isabella Saren gave up on trying to change her son's name. He was born under "The Once-ler", grew up under "The Once-ler", and would probably die under "The Once-ler". It didn't help that her husband thought it was a perfectly fine name, perhaps even better than Theo.
Cleo and The Once-ler were almost always found together. Because the family had only been exxpecting one child, they shared a room from birth. They both had straight black hair (Though Cleo grew hers out), sapphire blue eyes, and skinny frames. At age four they both reached a height of about 44 inches. They were both eager to learn, and looked forward to starting school the next year. The Once-ler looked out for his younger-by-two-minutes sibling, and likewise, she took care of him.
Now, all people have their differences. Where Cleo was a definite math and science person, Theo had an extremely inventive and artistic mind. Sometimes they would work together, The Once-ler planning extravagant creations and Cleo "building" them out of wooden blocks. Needless to say, they were often destroyed by Brett and Chet playing sports inside the house.
Being the only girl in the family, there was a great chance Cleo might have been extremely spoiled if it wasn't for her brother.
Whatever Cleo asked for, Cleo got. At least at first. Then she started noticing how her brother was so often left out of these wonderful prizes she recieved.
The first time she asked about it, she was met with a shower of compliments about how "Mama's little Cleo is SO thoughtful!", after which she was just patted on the head and sent upstairs with a "Oncie doesn't want that stuff, honey,"
But she knew he did. And so Cleo learned the first of many valuable lessons in life- sharing.
On their fifth birthday, The Once-ler and Cleo recieved the first push towards what would be a great musical talent- Their parents had got them a small music set, complete with mini keyboard, guitar, and drums.
As we all know, The Once-ler quickly gravitated towards the guitar, while Cleo was left with a choice: Piano? Or drums?
She normally took turns on both, and the two of them would commonly be a Saturday-morning wake up call for the rest of the family. But they never could be blamed.
After all, who got them the instruments in the first place?
The summer passed quickly, with endless days spent at the town pool and eating icecream along the beach with their parents. Brett and Chet would commonly leave them for their 'grown-up' friends, kids in their classes at school.
So they spent a lot of time together. But no one minded, least of all them. You could never have one without the other; The Once-ler without Cleo, and vice versa.
Their first day in kindergarten, they were placed in the same class, much to everyone's expectations. It was the first experience like this either of them had ever had before. Twenty-nine 'practically babies' according to Brett and Chet herded together in one room with only one adult present is not exactly the nicest experience at first.
Their teacher, Miss Loreli Mazenhower was pretty, and young, with shoulder-length wavy brown hair and bright hazel eyes. Each child was called up to the front of the room to recieve a name badge and an assigned number. Due to the mix-up at birth, Cleo Saren and The Once-ler weren't next to each other (Much to their disappointment). Cleo was placed at a table with two other girls and a boy, and Theo was put next to three boys at the table in the farthest corner.
"Good morning class, my name is Miss Mazenhower, but you can call me Miss L..."
The rest of the day passed by in a blur, and soon it was time for the all-day kindergarten class to go home.
Cleo was talking and laughing with a red-headed, brown-eyed girl by the door when The Once-ler walked up to her.
"Come on Cleo." he mumbled, looking at the ground.
"Who's that?" asked the redhead.
"That's my brother, The Once-ler," said Cleo in her bubbly voice.
"Oh. Well it's nice to meet you." the girl said with a small wave.
"Once, this is my new friend Annie. But you can call her Christine."
"Huh?" he said, looking up. "Why can I call her Christine?"
"I don't like my real name, Annie. And my mommy said that when I go to school, everybody can call me whatever I want them to! So I'm telling everyone to call me Christine. But at home, my mommy says I have to be Annie." Annie finished with a frown.
The Once-ler felt overwhelmed by the wave of words.
"That's good." he muttered, and grabbed Cleo's hand.
"Cleo, we have to go now."
"Okay. Bye Christine!" said Cleo, with one final wave.
"Bye Cleo! See you tomorrow!"
"Bye!"
"Bye!"
The walk back home with their mother was full of chatter from Cleo about Annie. (Or should I say Christine?)
It was Annie this, and Christine that, and The Once-ler just felt left out. He also had never seen someone who talked so much, so fast before.
Hopefully, when he got home, his daddy would ask him how his day was.
A/N: I was going to make this longer, but then it would just be a rambling run-on.
:D
And I wanted to publish this today, so yeah, here it is. :)
Nothing much else,
~OS