Dialogue

            “Hey, twin,” I mumbled softly under my breath, daring not to look my best friend in the eyes.

            “Hey! Oh my god I’m so excited! You know how much I’ve always wanted to go out of the country and I’ll have to bring my camera of course,” Jenna said, barely breathing and moving her hands with extreme vigor.  “We’ll have to go see some of the lakes. I wonder if you can hug pandas in Japan?! That would be so cool! I mean I know China definitely does, but that’s only if you pay a lot. I’m sure I can use my Asian persuasion to let us in, though-”

            “Twin, the thing is…,” I mumbled again, hoping she would hear me, but realizing she wouldn’t when she talked right over my words like road kill.

            “- but does Asian persuasion ever work on other Asians? I wonder, it’s something I will have to add to our bucket list to find out. This is so exciting! I can’t believe you’re parents are letting us go! Ahhhh,” she shrilled, something she didn’t do often, jumping up and down. “This. Is. The. Coolest. Thing. EVER!”

            “Twin,” I said louder and with a no nonsense tone in my voice this time.

            She stopped and blinked at me before tilting her head slightly to the side. “Yessss?”

            “I feel horrible to say this, but you aren’t going,” I said, biting my cheek as soon as the words came out of my mouth.

            “What?! Why,” Jenna said, her once excited voice becoming quiet and I felt like crying. She looked like a vulnerable little 6 year-old.

            “I’m taking Beca,” I grumbled, my voice turning into a soft, almost inaudible and incomprehensible, jumble of words that half the time only she could understand. “She’s leaving me, twin, I have to spend more time with her before she leaves me for all her college buddies and ceases to remember me.”

            “Savannah Heavenly…,” she trailed off and hit me extremely hard in my shoulder with her thick math binder. Then taking a deep breath she said, “Fine.”

            “You’re mad aren’t you,” I asked, feeling even worse than before. I hated when people were mad at me.

            “Of course I am,” she said giving me that look that Hannah gave Blake every time he said something stupid. “However, you’re my twin, so I have to forgive you or else Twinworld would fall apart, hell would rein on Earth – not that we would have issues with that of course – and I would die of loneliness, so I demand that you Skype me every day, and taking pictures and video of everything and if you don’t, you can just go crawl into your emo corner and cry.”

            I chuckled and questioned, “And you plan to do what with that time?”

            “Curse you and make fun of the fact that you love to use words like horrid, of course.”

            “First off, horrid is not a weird word, and I don’t see how it could be. I mean-”

            “Who says horrid, Twin? People with fake British accents? It has to be one of the least commonly used words in the English language next to conundrum!”

            “No, it is not…wait, what’s a conundrum,” I asked suddenly confused.

            “Exactly!”