리틀팍스

All the things have a reason for it. For example, I am born because mom and dad married and had a child. The sky is blue because the atmostphere variance the colors and the blue affiliation move the fastest of all the colors, making it seem like the sky is blue. 

  Anyway, from this particular theory, there must be a reason why me and my twin sister, Martha is so different. I had made some theories to explain this.

  First, because mom and dad's gene has been divided, with the cheery and mischevious part all combined to make my gene, and the cold and calm part all combined to make Martha's gene. However, I am am a science girl, which means I love science, which also means this theory is not so likely since it hasn't been proved scientifically. Yet anyway.

  Second, because we somehow grew up in a different situation. Martha was clever from the first. She was like a live robot. Everytime we both face a math, or some kind of a logical problem, Martha got over it like it was nothing, but I was always pushed to the back. So the expectation on Martha was higher than mine. I was only good at science and sports.

  Lastly, because we had different dads. Mom and dad divorced when we were only seven. Then I parted with mom and lived with dad. Martha lived with mom. So we were kind of torn apart by our parents. We barely saw each other, until dad had his accident. He was driving when a big truck crashed into his car. I later found out after dad's funeral that it was a drunken driver who hit him. My new mom didn't want to keep me after dad had died, so I was sent to my birth mom's house. Even though I was apart from Martha and my birth mom for only 3 years, they had changed a lot. 

  Martha looked the same, just that she had grown prettier over the years. Mom looked the same too. But their personalities shocked me. The Martha I knew back when I was seven was playful and kind, but the Martha now is cold and sevage. The Martha I knew was very emotional and laughed, cried, and smiled a lot. But the Martha now is blank of ex-pression. She always keeps a straight and wooden posture. And mom has grown stricked too. I suppose that's probably because of my new dad. He is very stricked. He is the boss at some very successful factory, and he acts like he's the boss at home.

  He yells at mom when her food is bad or she hasn't cleaned up his room. I hate him. Martha probably hates him too. And so is mom.

  I had once coaxed mom to divorce with him-this him means my new dad-but I only got a big fat no plus grounded for 2 weeks, which only made me hate my new dad even more. 

  Anyway, I was so disappointed and upset that the only family I had now, was so emotionless, like a psychopath, or at least a sociopath. 

  Then a case happened. An old lady in her 80s was at our door last saterday. She said she was our-this our means me and Martha-'s some kind of relative. Mom just shooed her away. Then last sunday, after exactly 24 hours later, she was at our door again, with the police this time. 

  It'd have been incredible if only the police had come to arrest dad for drunken driving and cruelty to his family and had to stay in jail for the rest of his life, but unfortunately, it wasn't. But luckily, it was something like that.

  The police explained something very calmly to mom. 

  The thing he talked was something like this: "The two twins at your house is a royalty from a faraway land called Bindonasia. This lady is their nanny, and she has came to take them back to their rightful home. You are their mom, which is meant precisely, the queen of Bindonasia. Also, the man you married is actually a psychopath whom his family had locked him in the insane asylum, I don't know how he escaped, but I'm here to arrest him, and take him to insane jail. So please come to the police station."

  Not! It was really this: "Your husband, Mr. Pensinton D. Edward Synotum is at the police station for hitting a neighbor's dog. The dog has been beaten quite badly, and it is now at it's way to the hospital. You must come with me to the police station,"-the man looked at us, and I knew he was missing a part-"and you might leave those kids at your house."

  Mom was very shocked, an emotion I hadn't seen on her till at that moment. 

  She commanded us to stay at home and then she left. I tried to gauge Martha's feeling as I studied her at the corner of my eye. But it was not worth it, and I soon gave up. Staying home-maybe forever-with family issues hushed around wasn't that pleasant as I thought. Even the part about my dad being arrested.