[ WP ] You are a single child in a world where being a twin is the norm .

I hope you guys do n't mind second person. 
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 `` Have fun at school, sweetie!'' your Mom calls to you as you step out the door. 
 
 `` Okay, Mom!'' you call back, stepping outside your comfortable home and into the neighborhood. Taking a deep breath, you tread one foot in front of another as you make your way to another day of fourth grade. 
 
 You kept your head down as you walked down your quiet street as pairs of other students headed down the sidewalk side by side. As hard as it was to not draw attention to yourself, you could n't risk the extra attention. 
 
 It was because you were special. 
 
 In a world where everyone had a partner, you stood alone. Brothers and sisters worked together in the evenly numbered classrooms of Greensville Elementary, except for you. While every other student had their brother or sister with them, most of which whom only had an age difference of an hour or less, you had none. They just could n't get your newly brother to breathe. 
 
 The cool breeze on the sunny autumn day nipped at your ears as you kept your eyes peeled for anyone who might be following you. 
 
 That was the other drawback of being a single child. The Monroe Brothers. The two bullies had no problem with taking advantage that you had no-one else to stand up for you and really enjoyed the sandwich that your Mom makes. Yet, by some form of miracle, you manage to make your way to school in one piece and your lunch in your bag. 
 
 As you enter the classroom of Miss Johnson, you take your seat in the back of the classroom. Another desk sits directly next to yours, dusty and unused since you started the fourth grade a few months ago. Each set of the'normal' children sitting beside each other, pulling out the reports that they worked together on the previous evening for today's homework. 
 
 You reached into your bag and pulled out the report that you slaved over all evening for today. The teacher did n't feel it would be fair to the other students not to assign each family the same set of work, so you simply had to do double. 
 
 `` Alright class. Settle down now,'' Miss Johnson addressed the class. `` Before we start, we have a new student who is joining us today.'' 
 
 Your ears perked as soon as you heard it. Student. Singular. Not students. The door to the classrooom opened and a young girl, just a little shorter than you with long brown hair, strolled into the classroom with a purple backpack. Her eyes scanned the classroom with a look you recognized as if you were looking into a mirror. 
 
 `` All the way from New York, meet Lisa Beckwith. Please be sure to give her a warm welcome,'' she said solemnly. 
 
 The class gave a half-hearted `` Hi Lisa,'' and she replied with a simple hand wave. The teacher instructed her to sit in the back in the empty chair and she simply nodded. 
 
 Lisa made her way to the back of the classroom and set her bag on the floor. She wiped the dust off of the desk and sat down beside you. The girl cast you a curious glance and you looked back at her. 
 
 `` You do n't have a twin?'' you asked quietly. 
 
 She looked up at the teacher, who was starting the lesson and returned her gaze back to you. `` Nope. Do you?'' 
 
 You shook your head. `` Nuh-uh.'' 
 
 Lisa smiled and extended her pinkie finger to you. `` Then how about we be each other's twin?'' 
 
 The question caught you off guard. How could you be her twin? The two of you look almost nothing alike. It was crazy. It was absurd. 
 
 It would mean finally having a new friend. 
 
 Wrapping your pinkie in hers, you give her a wide smile. 
 
 `` Deal.''
