The Best Part

"Perhaps the best part of having a twin is that you are never alone!" Our two heroes, aka, The Twins, celebrate their joint birthday and contemplate life together. An insight into their happy lives

"Wake up, you lazy bums! Its your birthday!" Mum said, shaking me.

I pressed the pillow over my head to shut out her irritating voice. I found out that it wasn't working, so I got up, and looked across the double bed at the other lazy bum sleeping there.

For us,we don't have to stand that usual interval from the bedroom to the bathroom mirror to find out how we are looking- we just look at each other.

Because we look exactly like each other.

Because we are twins!

"Wake up! Its your birthday!" Mum said, shaking my twin now.

Of course, its our birthday.

Well, I tell you, having a twin is a right pain in the a*s.

For one, you have to share everything you have got. Even your birthday.

We sat down at the breakfast table, with our parents and our enormous sister Miranda. I know its rude to say things like that about your sister, but that's what she is- enormous!

"So, what's your plan for the day?" dad asked.

"Plan?- oh nothing as such" I answered.

"We have the Rock Carnival." said my twin.

The Rock Carnival is the most awaited event of our school. Students form Rock groups-and participate in the competetion. The best perfomance gets a prize, of course.

"Oh yes, the Rock Carnival. How are you prepared?"

"I am fine!" said my twin. "How 'bout you?" he asked me.

"Yeah- I am fine too!"

I should be fine. I got the best singer, two of the best guitarists, the second best drummer and a pretty good bassist- at least I hope so. And I am at the keyboards. And my twin- oh, its always the same with him. His nerdy friend and his hyperactive girlfriend. His friend comes first in our class, but he at drums? And that girl can sing?

But of course he won. Its in keeping with the General Injustice of All Things. I had to lose- but lose it to him and his useless band? And all of that whispering as I went along:

"His twin did a lot better than him today."

"Yup- showed him his place."

That's another disadvantage of having a twin- you are always being compared.

We got back home. There was another surprise waiting for us- a very unpleasant one. Our last exam results had arrived by post. My twin had done very badly. It should have been consolation to me, but he looked so put down that I couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for him. He would have got quite a scolding if it wasn't our birthday.

We cut the cake together, and tried to look more cheerful, at least for the sake of the occasion. I forgot the carnival and my twin forgot his results. Of course, our sister Miranda ate up most of the cake, but ignoring that, I think we had as good a party we could have under the circumstances.

We are now lying across our bed, looking up at the black ceiling.

"Hey!" said my twin.

"What?"

"I quite forgot- Happy Birthday!"

"Yeah- you too!"

Maybe having a twin is not so bad. Especially when I think of waking up and seeing his face across the bed the first thing in the morning.

Perhaps the best part of having a twin is that you are never alone!