Imogen awoke with a start from the nightmare. She looked to her right and saw her brothers bed empty and made. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. She told herself that the nightmare wasn't real, but that was a lie. It was true and had happened 7 years ago. Now they were 14 and living in Bethany Christian Home. Ianto came into the dark room and silently started getting ready for school. Why he got up so bleeding early she'd never know, "It's okay. I'm awake," she whispered into the silence. Ianto turned around and came over to her, turning the bedside lamp on, "Did I wake you?" She shook her head and said quietly, "I had a nightmare," Ianto was now sitting at the end of her bed, fiddling with the duvet which was now in a heap at the bottom for Imogen's tossing and turning during the night. Imogen sat up and flicked her hair out of her eyes sleepily, "It's fine, make the bed," she told him. He smiled and started to make it for her. Imogen knew he couldn't stand it when the room was untidy and wasn't in the mood to wind him up. Half an hour later most of the other children are awake and are all in the bathroom brushing their teeth. Imogen walked through the bathroom door and as she did, a tube of toothpaste barely missed her head. She picked it up and threw it back, understanding for once why her brother wakes up and gets ready at 6 in the morning. He is still in their room when she got back and is struggling to tie his tie. Imogen sighed and undid the massive knot he had managed to get in it and tied it for him. He mumbled, "Thank you," and started brushing his hair out of the state it was in with his sisters brush. Imogen got dressed in her school clothes, putting her blazer on to cover the long white scar that had remained on her left arm. Ianto handed her the brush and she put her dark brown hair into a long, loose side plait that fell to her waist.

Ianto and Imogen were 7 minutes late for school. They weren't late enough to have sign in at the office, but they did recieve a massive telling off from their form tutor. The other kids sniggered as they took their desk at the back of the class. Imogen heard one girl whisper, "OCD kid is late," and start giggling. Ianto heard them and his hand clenched on the table but he didn't say anything. Imogen took his hand into hers underneath the table and shot a long, hard stare at the girl. The last thing she heard her say to her friends was, "Oh great now his physco twins giving me the evils," Imogen sighed. There was no point getting worked up about it. Ianto and Imogen walked to their first lesson, English, alone. Since they found out about her brothers OCD they seemed convinced they would catch it. Ignorant bastards, thought Imogen.

In English, Imogen realised that she had missed last lesson due to a dental appointment and now had no idea what was going on, "Sir! I wasn't here last lesson," she called out. The teacher looked exasperated, "Well copy up Iantos notes then," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Imogen looked over at her brother and he obediently opened his book to the page labelled 4th November 1997. Imogen found herself reading his notes in disbelief. Different parts of the lesson were written in different coloured pen and labelled with revision notes in neat handwriting, "How do you complete all the work AND write it in different colours?" She whispered to her twin brother. If anyone ever wanted to see how different they were all they needed to do was look at their school books. Imogen opened her book to reveal equally neat handwriting, however the work was scattered over different parts of the page and there were small drawings in each corner. Plus, Ianto wrote his full name in the corner of every page. Last year when Imogen asked him why he did this he replied, "I'm scared that if a page falls out, no one will know its mine," Imogen had just shrugged, "Oh. Maybe I should do that aswell. I mean it would be a shame to loose my carefully planned out work," she teased. She was pulled back into the present by her teacher saying, "Right class pack your books away," Imogen closed her book that still had the same blank page it did at the start of the lesson, "Weeeellllll that was fun," she yawned. Ianto looked at her, mouth open,

"That's really not a good look," she said pushing his chin up with her finger,

"Did you not write any notes?" He asked quietly, as if he was scared that if anyone else heard Imogen would be locked up, "Does it matter? I'm not going to pass anyway, I'm stupid," she said matter of factly,

"No...your not. Well you wouldn't be if you at least tried!" He said, kindly at first but then annoyed, "Well thanks for your faith in me, bro," she replied sulkily as they walked through the corridors to their next lesson, Maths. Lining up outside maths, Ianto felt bad, "Sorry, Im. It's just if you don't pass these exams you won't ever get a good job," Imogen sighed, of course she already knew that, "I know Yan. I'm just bad at the whole studying thing," Ianto nodded and was about to say something when a teacher they had never seen before walked up and opened their classroom door, "Who is that?!" Imogen whispered to Ianto as the class began filing in, "New seating plan, Class!" The teachers English accent boomed. Imogen found herself clutching onto Iantos wrist, she didn't like where this was going. Ianto and Imogen were the last to be seated. By the time they got to the teacher there were only two seats left, one at the front of the classroom right on the left and one at the back right on the right, "Ok, girl you can sit at the front and you boy, you can sit at the back," The teacher smiled and took his place at the front of the class, "No," Imogen muttered under her breath,

"What did you say?" The teacher looked at her right in the eyes,

"I said no," Imogen said louder. The teacher was taken aback by her attitude, but didn't show it, "You will do as you're told, young lady,"

"No!" Imogen was shouting now,

"Get out of the class," The teacher ordered, pointing towards the door, "And you boy, sit at the back like I told you to," Ianto automatically sat where he had been told and opened his book to a fresh page. Imogen sat outside the door on the floor trying to stop the tears falling from her eyes. 10 minutes into the lesson the teacher came outside to find Imogen hugging her knees and crying uncontrollably, "Look I didn't mean to upset you..." He said gently, "Why don't you want to sit at the front anyway?" Imogen looked up her face red and stained with tears, "It's not the front," she said quietly, "I need to sit next to my brother," The teacher sat down, his back against the wall, understanding now,

"Ohh. That other boy? He's your...twin?" He asked. Imogen nodded, knowing he was going to change his mind about the seating arrangements. But he didn't, "I'm sorry...Imogen? But you have to sit at the front next to Gareth. Maybe it will be good for you to spend some time away from your brother," it was all Imogen could do not to kill her new maths teacher.

Sitting at the front next to Gareth was terrible. He kept trying to talk to her. Seriously? Why would she want to talk to him? If the teacher ever saw her turning around just to try and see Ianto, he would tap his plastic ruler on the table. Oh Yan this is hell, Imogen thought to herself repeatedly. Oh Immy this is hell, Ianto thought to himself repeatedly.

Later, at the Home, Imogen was in the kitchen eating a banana. She had hardly spoke to Ianto since the break between English and Maths. Now he walked into the kitchen and sat down next to her, "Are they any bananas left?" He asked hungrily. They both had a weak spot for bananas. Imogen shook her head and handed him the remaining half of hers, "Here," she mumbled,

"Thanks," Ianto replied, taking the banana and chewing on it happily, "Are you going to do your maths homework?" He asked after a while. Imogen shook her head firmly, "But I could help you with-" he started,

"I'm not doing it Yan and your not doing it for me. I'm going to give that teacher the worst time of his teaching career," she said quietly and harshly. Ianto shrugged. He didn't talk to her during dinner. When everyone had to be in bed, Imogen felt bad and whispered into the darkness, "Night Ianto," He didn't reply.