Chapter 13 - Tweedle-Tay's Story
October 5th, 1997 - Tulsa Oklahoma
Michaela, Michaela, Michaela. That's all it ever was in our house these days. While the rest of the world was screaming "Tay! Tay! Tay!" , my own mother and younger brothers and sisters were screaming "Kay! Kay! Kay!". Dad wasn't. Neuton wasn't. To them I was grateful. While it had been fun having a twin sister in the house at first, the fun was wearing off. Mom was always saying stuff like ,"Michaela's so smart - she's at eleventh grade mathematics level" and "Michaela is so pretty, she has such shiny hair and bright eyes". I sometimes felt like screaming at her ,"Hello! I'm here too. Remember me? Tweedle-Tay? Michaela's twin? I look like her, I'm just as smart as she is and I can write a damn good song."
Michaela was exactly like me in almost every way. I couldn't understand why everyone was making such a big fuss over her. They never made a big fuss over me. One day Michaela and I were sitting in tutoring doing our creative writing assignments. We had to write about something evil. I knew exactly what I would write about. I would write about my evil twin, Michaela.
"Tay?" a voice called, tapping me on my shoulder.
It was Michaela. Great. "What?"
"Tay, what are you writing about? I can't think of anything evil to write about. I think that this is an awful exercise. We're all so happy here, why would we want to write about something wicked?"
"I don't know. Ask Mr. McCormick."
"That man has evil on the brain. That man is evil." Michaela paused and smiled at me. "That's it! I'll write about an evil teacher, a music teacher who kills off his pupils love of music.........."
I could of killed her! How dare she make herself so impossible to hate and be jealous of! Why did she have to make herself so damn likable? "Great idea," I said, smiling weakly. Great. Now I had to change my story idea. Michaela wasn't evil. I was. Jealousy was a sin and I was a sinner. Yeah, I would write about a fourteen-year-old boy who had everything his heart desired but was still jealous of his twin sister who had virtually nothing. He was the most evil person in the entire world. "Oh lord," I said. "Please forgive me."
Michaela turned around to look at me again and smiled. "What's the matter, Tay?"
"Nothing," I replied. "Nothing at all."
October 5th, 1997 - Tulsa Oklahoma
Michaela, Michaela, Michaela. That's all it ever was in our house these days. While the rest of the world was screaming "Tay! Tay! Tay!" , my own mother and younger brothers and sisters were screaming "Kay! Kay! Kay!". Dad wasn't. Neuton wasn't. To them I was grateful. While it had been fun having a twin sister in the house at first, the fun was wearing off. Mom was always saying stuff like ,"Michaela's so smart - she's at eleventh grade mathematics level" and "Michaela is so pretty, she has such shiny hair and bright eyes". I sometimes felt like screaming at her ,"Hello! I'm here too. Remember me? Tweedle-Tay? Michaela's twin? I look like her, I'm just as smart as she is and I can write a damn good song."
Michaela was exactly like me in almost every way. I couldn't understand why everyone was making such a big fuss over her. They never made a big fuss over me. One day Michaela and I were sitting in tutoring doing our creative writing assignments. We had to write about something evil. I knew exactly what I would write about. I would write about my evil twin, Michaela.
"Tay?" a voice called, tapping me on my shoulder.
It was Michaela. Great. "What?"
"Tay, what are you writing about? I can't think of anything evil to write about. I think that this is an awful exercise. We're all so happy here, why would we want to write about something wicked?"
"I don't know. Ask Mr. McCormick."
"That man has evil on the brain. That man is evil." Michaela paused and smiled at me. "That's it! I'll write about an evil teacher, a music teacher who kills off his pupils love of music.........."
I could of killed her! How dare she make herself so impossible to hate and be jealous of! Why did she have to make herself so damn likable? "Great idea," I said, smiling weakly. Great. Now I had to change my story idea. Michaela wasn't evil. I was. Jealousy was a sin and I was a sinner. Yeah, I would write about a fourteen-year-old boy who had everything his heart desired but was still jealous of his twin sister who had virtually nothing. He was the most evil person in the entire world. "Oh lord," I said. "Please forgive me."
Michaela turned around to look at me again and smiled. "What's the matter, Tay?"
"Nothing," I replied. "Nothing at all."
