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Yet to be determined

Prologue:
Ryku and Ryuku were twins; they were never separated until their 13th birthday. Their father was an unknown man
Chapter 1: Adam


October 11th, Wednesday

Ryuku and Ryku sat under the black willow, like always. They were wearing the same purple and black uniforms even though the school got rid of them months ago.

Just before the school got rid of the uniforms some kids died, nobody knew them; except for one his name was Josh no one liked him so no one missed him. A few days after that some other kids were declared missing and no one knows what happened to them, their bodies were never found. The police thought they ran away they searched for a few months then didn’t bother. The missing reports continued. People got worried, and then Ryku and Ryuku joined my class.

I’m Adam .A normal kid and have normal friends. I also have to admit I’m pretty popular. I try not to talk to Ryku and Ryuku but they always seem to be where I go. It started to scare me when I saw Ryku and Ryuku huddling in a corner then when they turned around their mouths were covered in red sticky think stuff. I guessed it was blood and tried really hard to stay clear of them.

Ryuku was a girl, her bangs were so long that it looked like she couldn’t see she wore a knee length purple skirt and a long sleeved black shirt, to go along the creepy uniform was a black and purple tie. That was the girls uniform. Ryku was a boy and his hair was the same accept a little shorter. His uniform was black shorts and a purple long sleeve shirt and the same purple and black tie. The boys. All and all like the old uniforms they freaked me out.

Ryuku and Ryku left their spot under the willow tree and walked around talking in a strange language. I only made out a few words like “Loss,” and “sorrow” To me it sounded like a poem. (In a strange demented way.) The weirdo twins walked up to me and my friends and started talking. “Three days until out birthday,” Said Ryuku her voice was horse “Our father is coming for the first time.” Ryku said in the same horse voice. “We’ll be turning 13 I hope you can come to our celebration.” They concluded in unison.

“That’s nice I don’t really care though.” One of my friends Sabrina said. I jabbed her side and smiled as if saying ‘They might kill you!’ she read it perfectly and said” I change my mind I would love to come to your celebration.”

After they left every one was silent those kids scared everyone and no one would stop them from having their” celebration”. The bell rang. I guessed it would some kind of gore fest. I shivered and went to class.

Even the teachers were scared of them they don’t even speak in class and they are on the A honor roll. They never turn in any assignments. They just sit! I’ve never even seen them pick up a pencil. All they do is sit in the back of the classroom and scowl, at the teachers at their classmates and at me!

Silvia was she class heartthrob and unfortunately she hated me. She hated how I looked, she hated how I dressed, she hated how I acted, most of all she hated Ryku and Ryuku, Evan more unfortunate news she thought I was their best friend. Silvia was the most amazing person in the world and she hated my guts!

Silvia walked across the classroom to sharpen her pencil; her pink mini skirt flowed shortly behind her. I noticed her wink at Nick the ‘most popular guy in the school’ yeah right! I was—still am more popular then him! So what if I wasn’t the quarterback on the football teem, and so what if I can’t afford all the newest trendiest clothes. So what? I’m better looking then him! That’s what counts. Right?

Broken pencil in hand Silvia falls and crashes to the ground. Almost every guy was up to help her, all but Ryku and Vincent. Vincent was the emo of the class, like Ryku and Ryuku all he did was scowl, but he has an ‘F’ in everything.

“SIT DOWN!” Mrs. Wright yelled at the boys—including me helping Silvia up. “You’ll have plenty of time FLIRTING at lunch!” Mrs. Wright continued. Silvia blushed at the word ‘flirt’ knowing that she was the most popular and beautiful girl—witch she was, to ever live.


Chapter 2: Vincent

Silvia the so-called class heartthrob fell and all I did was laugh my head. That girl is so blinded by her own ego that she couldn’t see straight and her ego is so big that it blinded all the other boys in the class but me and the other boy….um…Ryku.

Finally the second bell rang and everyone righted themselves Silvia sharpened her pencil and took her seat. Mrs. Wright was standing over by the door as if waiting for somebody, then a girl walked in, late.

So apparently the late girl was our new student.Some freakishly scrawny tan-ish skinned girl. black hair about to her shoulders with blue tips and black lipstick, a "sex pistols" shirt and some cut off skinny jeans reveling the argyle and plaid knee-high socks she was wearing. Obviously She would get ridiculed but no one said anything at lunch,other than a teacher that told her to take off her makeup. She simply replied "Is it bothering anyone?Does it affect my learning space? Does it distract my fellow classmates? What distracts them is Silvia's short skirt and low cut top I am only wearing some lipstick.So no I will not 'remove' my makeup. Get used to it because I have red blue and purple too."that got my respect for her up. All and all the new kid was pretty cool her name was something lame like Regina but she made everyone call her Reggie, she was younger than most of us. Only 12, but she was cool so I tried talking to her.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked trying to sound cool without much prevail. But I got a reply so I mustn't seem too desperate.
"Nothing, it's what's wrong with the rest of the world." She mechanically answered without looking up from her book.
"Ah," Is all that I manged. Then that jerk Adam came up and sat next to her.
"What's cookin' good lookin'?" He asked, what a lame pick up line.
"Something that smells horrid. Is that you?" She stated looking at him. He nudged away. Serves him right."Heh, ceist been fait pour tia." She said.
"Bless you?" I asked.
"It's french. Now uh nou tu pas sur man shea ma!" She said pushing past me. I wonder what she said.
That day was really boring, school went as usual. I got put down, turned down, and thrown down. I came home to see my single mother drinking, again.