"Class, this is Glen and Glenda Tilly," Mrs. Ortega said, setting one hand on their shoulder. "Please make their time here enjoyable. Be nice, okay?" Mrs. Ortega lifted her hand from their shoulder and told them to sit in the two seats in the back. Glen and Glenda made their way to their desks quietly, Glen developing a small blush.

As they sat down, Mrs. Ortega kept talking. "This weekend, I want you to all write an essay. Glen? Glenda? Do you mind having homework on your first day?"

"I don't mind," Glen said with a sweet smile.

"I don't mind either..." Glenda said, shyly looking down, she developing a blush too. Mrs. Ortega smiled.

"All right! For your essay, I want you to go home and interview your fathers."

Glen froze. What should he tell the teacher? That his father died trying to kill us all? It's like everyone wants Glenda to know the truth, He thought. Glen raised his hand.

"Yes, Glen?"

"Well...uh..." Glen couldn't find what to say. "Our father died in a car crash...before Glenda was born."

Glenda dropped the pencil she had just picked up and stared at Glen.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that, you two. Ask your mother about him. Interview your mother." Both Glen and Glenda nodded.

After Mrs. Ortega finished her lecture, everyone went around talking about their father.

"My father is an accountant!"

"Shoot, mine is a doctor!"

"Mine is a garbage man..." The talking just continued. Glenda picked up her pencil and her grip on it was so tight, the pencil snapped in half. Glen stared at her with sad eyes.

She hates not knowing Chucky, Glen thought. She has no idea...

His thinking was interrupted by the bell. Everyone got up and rushed out, leaving the twins behind, in the room alone with Mrs. Ortega. She looked at the twins. "Look, kids...I'm sorry about your father...but if you want to start out with a good grade, you'll have to do it. It's twenty percent of your grade."

"Oh, that's okay," Glen said, rushing his sister more than himself. "We'll just ask our mom." Mrs. Ortega smiled and nodded.

The rest of the day passed like a blur to Glen and Glenda. The only class they seemed to like was their electives.

"Art was so much fun."

"Ha! Art?! They called me the dodge ball queen!"

"Glenda, do you ever realize how violent you are?"

"Sometimes...do you ever realize how girly you are?"

"I'll work on it..."

They left the building in silence, leaving campus. They didn't talk about their day on their way home. But Glenda broke the silence a couple minutes later.

"Glen, you're my older brother...what was dad like...?"

Glen blinked, and then looked down. "You can ask mom with me when we do our essay...okay?" Glenda nodded, her eyes softening more.

When they reached home, they stepped in and Tiffany came running. "Oh! How was school? Meet any friends? Do you have homework I can help with?"

"Mom," Glenda said. "I just need my rest..." Glenda slowly walked to the staircase and walked up to her room. Tiffany looked at Glen.

"We do need homework help, in fact, mom," He said, getting the assignment out of his backpack. "We need to do an essay on what our father was like..."

Tiffany blinked. She looked towards the direction Glenda walked and then looked back at Glen. "Lie." She said.

"I need help...I told the teacher I would ask you. I said that he died in a car crash before Glenda was born."

"Okay, that's good," Tiffany said. "We could also saw he was a lawyer," Glen made a disgusted face. Tiffany laughed.

Glen smiled. "I'll get working on it right away!"

Hey," Tiffany said. "Does Glenda need a separate essay?"

"No," Glen said. "We asked Mrs. Ortega after school. Our teacher. She said we can work on it together." Tiffany nodded and watched as Glen ran upstairs. Tiffany's eyes softened as she stood up and slowly walked towards the phone.

That next morning, Glen and Glenda ran downstairs but stopped right in their tracks when they saw a stranger looking at them; standing next to their mother.

"Hey, kids!" Tiffany said. "This is Melanie. She will be our new housekeeper!" Glen and Glenda focused on Melanie. She smiled at them and waved a gentle wave. "Hello, children," She said.

"Hello, Miss Melanie," Glen said. "It is very nice to meet you." Melanie's smile brightened.

"Yeah, yeah, let's go! We'll be late!" Glenda said, grabbing Glen's arm and dragging him out the door.

"I have to go to work," Tiffany said to Melanie. "I was asked to help an acting class." Melanie nodded and watched Tiffany head to the door. "Be safe while I'm gone." With that, the door closed, leaving Melanie alone in the house.

The day passed the same; like a blur to the twins. As they walked home, they talked about Art and P.E. How Glen was entering an art show and how Glenda was joining the Volleyball team. Glenda opened the door when she got into the house and screamed.

There, lying dead, was Melanie.

"What...what happened?!" Glen panicked.

"It appears...she was stabbed to death." Glenda said, much calmer than his girly brother, who had already reached her bloody body, about to break into tears.

"Hey...Hey, Glenda...come look at this." Glenda walked toward her brother, whose hands were covered in blood. On the wall, in Melanie's blood, was a message.

"C. L. R"