Twins-Best of Friends?

Identical twins-surely they're the best of friends. Sadly, that's not always the case...
Read Ryan's tale of bullies and betrayal...


8. Eight~"It's war."



When the bell rang for home time, I wanted to go over to Cherry, ask her how she found me and why was she so nice? No one likes me anyway. But I thought if I did, I’d get teased by Rick the whole way home. “Got a crush on Cherry, eh Ryany?” “Got your eye on a cheerleader, eh nerd?” “Oh, this is so going on Facebook!”

Yeah, that’s what he’d say. So I shook my head and walked away. I wonder if Cherry even noticed that. Nah, she probably didn’t and she was probably nice for a dare. No one likes me. No one even goes near me, unless they have money to bribe me to do their homework. Which I do. But if I don’t like the person, I doodle on the book and answer with really stupid answers, just for a laugh and then say that I put the exact same answer and got it right, proving it by writing the answer I gave them, putting a red tick beside it, then scribbling over it when they walk away, all confused.

There are some very stupid people in this class.

Today, after school, Rob and Flynn came over, carrying a suspicious looking plastic bag. I heard them laughing and whispering. They were planning something. Once, I caught a very guilty and annoyed looking Rob trying to steal my school bag.

Oh I know.

"It's war," I said to myself.

For me and Ricky, war is basically when we play a whole lot of pranks on eachother. It's supposed to be a secret, but I've just figured it out. I love wars. I always win. My tricks are so much better than Ricky's, his are stupid and predictable. Mine aren't.

Oh, they're leaving the room. Excellent. Quickly, I run in, grab the empty jar of hair gel from Ricky's bin and back into my room. Grinning, I open my drawer and decide to sacrifice my new gel for the war. I scoop a handful into the empty jar and then grab something. I empty half of it into the gel and mix it up until  the gel looks normal. Next I get a post it note and write in very complicated handwriting, New hair gel, you owe me two pounds. It's supposed to be Dad's handwriting. It'll do. I stuck the note on the jar, run into Ricky's room, and put the jar and the note on his desk. Then I run back out.

I can't wait until morning.

Then the war will have begun.

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