Chapter 4 is here.

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This one is set when they were about 13,14

Chapter 4

The Chase boys were standing in the office. It was their first time ever to get into trouble.

Well, get into trouble together, at least.

The teacher sitting across them sighed in her chair.

"You two were usually very well-behaved children, but why did you throw oranges in class?"

Matthew Chase opened his mouth to speak-

"Forget it. I don't want to hear the reason now. I am not the kind of teacher that's likes giving punishments, but I can't just leave this unresolved. So I'm going to ask you to write your view out, and then we will see what punishments would you recieve. Fair enough, no?"

The boys grunted an agreement.

Ms. Janet was one of the nicest teachers in the school, but when it comes to discipline, unless you have a good reason to it, she could be stricter than all the others.

"There, take this form to fill out, and since you're twins, I will only give you one form to fill out. Remember to give it to me tomorrow by morning recess."

They took the piece of paper.

"Excellent, now you may return to your classes."

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"Great, now we got into trouble because of you" Bobby complained, giving his brother a shove.

Matthew shoved back. "You were the one that insisted both oranges are yours, when clearly mom just packed our lunches wrong."

"Well they are both mine, and besides, you were the one that asked for an orange in exchange of an eraser."

"And that's because, one of them belongs to me, and you asked me to lend you my eraser, so I asked you to return what was rightfully mine. It was perfectly reasonable."

"No it isn't."

"Forget about that! What we should worry about is what we're supposed to write."

"...Okay, go on."

"Well, Ms. Janet is a writing teacher right? And she's always talking about how she would like to read something different for a change."

"And?"

"We give her what she wants to read. Something different."

Matthew grinned mischievously.

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704 Matthew Chase

It was a pleasant afternoon, with tiny raindrops bouncing on the sidewalk and a slight breeze slipping through the window into our classroom. I sat at my desk, with such a lovely air, adding some color to the ancient scientists and philosophers does not seem to satisfy me as it used to. And just at that moment, my brother Bobby, sitting across the aisle, motioned me to lend him my eraser. I remembered that this morning, when our mother was packing our lunches, she misplaced my orange into Bobby's lunch, and so I asked Bobby for the orange I owned. We bargained, and it resulted in me tossing the tiny rubber to him, and a flash of orange slamming into my palm just as the teacher turned to the blackboard. Strike one! I was pleased to have my orange returned, but when I asked for my eraser back, Bobby insisted that I give my orange to him. So he left me no choice but to throw him the orange. Unfortunately, my aim was a little off, and it resulted in a curve ball, and when it reached its highest point, the teacher's eye corner sweep the ball out of the homer wall. Both my brother and I noticed that we crossed the line, and we automatically moved to the back of the classroom.

Ms. Janet sighed.

Maybe she would let the boys off this time.

I'm really sorry for not updating, but our computer broke down and it took a little while to fix it.

Also my mid-term exams are approaching...