Someone poked my shoulder, and I instantly turned around. When I did so I came face-to-face with the little stalker girl. But she's not that small as I thought she would me. She's actually about two inches taller that me. But I am really short, so she most be about average height for a teenage girl her age.
She was just starring at me, not saying anything. I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Uh.. Can I help you with something?" I asked cautiously. She seems like one of those people that explodes for almost no reason. She didn't answer me right away but just looked very closely on my face. I gave her an awkward toothy grin showing of my braces. Something flashed in her eyes but it was gone before I could see it.
I was about to open my mouth to repeat my question when she finally opened her mouth. But then she closed it again and took a step back. She gave me a once over and the looked at my face again.
"How old are you?" She asked deep in thought. I raised my eyebrows in surprise from her sudden question.
"Uh, eighteen," I replied, my Irish accent really punching through. I mentally cursed myself for getting such an accent. I don't even know where I got it from. My parents are British along with my brothers and all my friends. When people hear me talking they often ask me "are you Irish?" and I'm like, "no." They always look at me like I'm crazy.
"When's your birthday?" She continued asking me questions and I just decided to go along with it.
"September." In exactly two months and seventeen day. Yes, I'm counting. It's not weird.
"Nationality?" She asked. What?
"Uh, British?" I said, but it came out more like a question. She furrowed her eyebrows at me.
"But why is your accent Irish?" I mentally sighed. I smiled humorlessly at her.
"Because I'm just that lucky!" I just replied. She just stood there for a fee minutes looking very deep in thought. I was about to turn around, when she finally opened her mouth once again.
"Do you have a twin brother?" She asked completely serious looking me dead in my bright blue eyes that also stood out from my family.
I did the most unthinkable thing you would do in a situation like this; I laughed. Very loudly and very obnoxiously right in her shocked face. I didn't mean to be rude or anything, but that question was just too funny. So I look like a girl with a twin brother to you? Don't answer.
I eventually sobered up and was only giggling slightly. "I'm sorry," I apologized biting my lip to prevent myself from laughing again.
"Do you have a twin brother?" She repeated her question. I just looked at her. I frowned and shook my head.
"No," I simply answered. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have thing ready to melt!" I picked up the groceries and started my way home, thanking the person that invented those freezing bags or whatever they're called.
But then I thought about what the girl asked me. Do you have a twin brother? I don't have one, right? I'm not in foster care, right?