Another Monday, another morning, another walk to the same stupid school I've attended for nine years now. Yes, nine years. It's elementary and junior high all on the same "campus" so to speak. So I've been here since kindergarten and I'm finally about to graduate as an eight grader.

"Last week of school, huh?" Len's voice snaps me back into reality. Weird, I think to myself, it's like he can read my mind. But I suppose twins can do that.

"I'm really gonna miss it," he continues. "I mean, after nine years, I've really grown attached to the place. I think-"

"I'm not gonna miss it." I say flatly, interrupting him.

He gives me a sideways look and takes a deep breath before speaking again. "You know what, sis?" I hate it when he calls me that. "I don't think you mean that."

I shoot him a glare. "Of course I mean it," I huff. "What, are you calling me a liar?"

He chuckles at that, which only makes me angrier. "Whoa, touchy much? But no, it's not like that. I just think that, as much as you say you hate school, you really will miss it. You just don't realize it. Or you're denying it," he grins at that last part, almost daring me to challenge him.

After a short silence I give an annoyed sigh and cross my arms. "So what, are you like my therapist or something now. What business do you have analyzing the way I think?"

He chuckles again. Gosh, there's no getting to this guy and his cheery face, is there? "I'm not your therapist, I'm your brother." He smiles. "I do know you better than most though."

At that I can't help but give him a long and slightly puzzled look. I hesitate but then give him a genuine smile. Although he may be my polar opposite, I can't help but feel that he is the only one who truly understands me. And yet, I barely get him at all.

But before I can give it much more thought, I hear the very annoying voice of a certain blue-haired, ice-cream-loving man as he runs over and nearly tackles my brother to the ground.

"LENNY!" he cries out.

"Gah!" I watch as my brother struggles under the weight of his best friend and does his best to shove Kaito off.

"You know, a simple 'Hello' would have sufficed." I say, doing my best to sound particularly bored. Kaito does these kinds of things all the time and frankly, it gets old.

The blue-haired man gives me a light shove. "Oh you're no fun Rinny," he draws out the nickname because he knows how much I hate it.

"Kaito, what are doing here?" Len says as he finally gets up and brushes himself off. Kaito looks over to my brother with a surprised look, as if he had entirely forgotten that the blonde was there. He quickly gets over it and ruffles Len's hair.

"I'm just here to congratulate you on finishing the 8th grade! Soon you'll be over at the high school with me!" Kaito had just finished his sophomore year at Vocaloid High. School had already finished for him. He and my brother had met in boy scouts and they've been best friends since. So they were both excited to be going to the same school again.

Len beamed. "Yup! This the last week of school for us. Graduation is on Friday."

"Awesome! Are you going a party afterwards?"

Len glanced at me. I glared and pointed to my watch. "I don't know," he answered slowly. "But we need to get going. We're going to be late for first period."

Kaito said goodbye and went on his way. As Len and I continued our walk he asked, "Why don't you like Kaito?"

"He's an obnoxious, loud, annoying, childish idiot," I answered without hesitation.

"Rin," Len sighed, "you really shouldn't be so harsh all the time."

"And why do you say that?"

"It'll get you in trouble."

"What do you mean by 'trouble'?"

There was a long moment of silence. "I don't know," he said finally. There was another pause and then he laughed.

"What are you laughing about?"

He smiled. "I guess I do kinda sound like a therapist."

"Yeah, you do," I scoffed. "See what I have to deal with?"

We both laughed as we turned a corner and saw the school come into view. But even after we were in our seats and the bell rang for homeroom, I couldn't help but think about what he had said. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that he was right. Not about me being too harsh (let's face it, some people deserve it), but about the trouble part.

That's ridiculous, I thought, shaking my head. Your life is as boring and average as it gets. Nothing troubling- or even exciting- will ever happen to you. If anything, you wish he was right.