Dale's pov:
Aqua and I were in English class at school. I sat next to my best friend Benji and Aqua sat next to her best friend Maddie. That's when things started to go wrong. The secretary buzzed our room.
"Ms. Napoleon, can you please send Aqualaria and Daedalus Jackson to the office," said the secretary.
"Of course," said Ms. Napoleon.
There were some murmurs among the class and some giggles about our names. Seriously, Daedalus and Aqualaria? What were our parents thinking!? We walked down to the office. On the stairwell I noticed that she was wearing her new outfit – the one Grandma Sally and Grandpa Paul gave her. It was a blue jean mini skirt, black leggings, light blue T-shirt, Jean jacked, Sea-shell necklace, silver owl earrings and white sandals. At this time of year, it is so hot that you can't bare wearing running shoes. Mid-June – almost done grade 8. I was wearing a gray T-shirt, long ripped up jean shorts, a shark tooth necklace (it's a brown string with a shark tooth on it) and sandals.
We walked into the office. The secretary looked up and said "Good, you have finally arrived."
"Did someone call us down Amy?" Aqua asked the secretary.
"I did," said the secretary Amy.
"Why?" asked Aqua.
"Because I need to talk to you!" said Amy, slightly exasperated.
Amy wasn't the prettiest person in the world. She has white frizzy hair that sticks out on every angle. She's got beady black eyes that are very menacing if you look at them too long. Sometimes it looks like she has fangs.
"Come with me," she said.
We followed her into the staff room. Basically a white room with a couch, radio, bathroom and kitchen.
"Sit, sit," she told us.
"We have to get back to class Amy," said Aqua.
"I need you two to do something for me," Amy paused and looked around as if to make sure nobody was listening, "Tell your parents that they're needed at camp right away." Amy said.
"Can we go back to class now?" asked Aqua.
"Of course dear," said Amy.
With that we left the room.
While we were walking back up the stairs, Aqua had a strange look on her face. She was white as ice and she looked like she was calculating the most difficult calculation in the world. That's when I heard her thoughts. I can do that, and I think she can too because sometimes we think the same things. I think we ca do the mind-reading thing because we are twins. I wonder if she had had the same dream as me. Then her thoughts answered me. They screamed at me "YES". Of course, this yes was subconscious.
She looked at me and said:
"Dale, did you have the same dream as me? The memory of when we were 5, then the one of when we were 7?" she asked.
"That's what I asked you! Telepathically I mean. Well, you know, the way twins do," I said.
"Oh. Well what did my mind tell you?" she asked
"It screamed YES," I told her.
She took a shaky breath "What do you think it means?"
I shook my head "I don't know."
"I'm not telling mom or dad about Amy and her message," she said.
"Why?" I asked her.
"Because it's creepy. Come to camp. What is that supposed to mean? Aren't mom and dad too old for camp?" she asked
"Yeah, I know. But maybe if we tell them, we could get some answers," I said.
"Sure," she said.
"Then let's try! School's almost done, there are only five minutes left, why don't we just leave early," I said. With that, we left school.