“I hate you!” Bill yelled at his older twin. He was filled with so much rage.
“Yeah? Well I hate you more, you're so horrible!” Tom shot back. “Why would you do something so stupid?”
“Me?” Bill asked increadoulsly. “What about you? It's all your fault!”
“It's not my fault you're such an idiot!” Tom retorted.
“Ugh! I can't believe we have the same DNA!” Bill stormed off, furious at his brother. He went to his room and slammed his door.
Tom stood looking at the spot his twin had just been. He had never seen his brother this mad. Not even when he had stolen his eyeliner. He shrugged and headed to his room. He'd talk to Bill when he had calmed down.
Bill sat on his bed, fuming with rage. He was sure he'd start sprouting steam out of his ears like an old cartoon any second. Tom had done him wrong, this was worse than anything he had done before. It was in this moment he wished he was an only child. It was a rare thought that crossed his mind, but he meant it.
He knew he had to get his mind off of it, so Bill dug under his bed. He pulled out an old book from when he was younger. The title read Magic for the Un-Wizarding World. He flipped through a few pages, not really paying attention to what any of it said. He had never taken any of it seriously when he was younger, and he had forgotten about it in the past years. What sixteen-year-old wants to be known for being into magic?
“Wish Away Spell.” Bill muttered as he stopped on a page. It was almost exactly what he was wishing. He read the passage silently.
To wish away that pesky someone. You will find them again when the time is right and you realize the error of your problems. Only practice this spell with great hazard. You may regret what happens if you don't fix it in time.
“What a load of crap.” Bill rolled his eyes. He pushed his large mane of hair out of his face and continued reading.
Repeat the chant three times to rid thee of the pest. No more, no less. Don't hesitate, just think of the hate.
I rid thee of my time
I rid thee of my life
I rid thee of my heart
Bill read over the passage a few times. He was still angry at Tom. All he wanted to was to be an only child. He rolled off his bed and threw the book aside. Maybe he could work things out with Tom. It was worth a shot.
Bill went to his twin's room and knocked on his door. He didn't get any answer. He knocked again, still no answer. He gave up and just opened the door. He found his twin with a magazine in his hand. It was one that he was sure would get both of them grounded.
“Get out!” Tom yelled.
“No!” Bill slammed his brother's door behind him. “I wanted to come see if we could work things out.”
“Not going to happen. Now get the h*ll out of my room.” Tom ordered.
“Fine! I wish I was an only child, you're the worst brother in the world!” Bill turned to leave.
“Please, like anyone could beat you at being the worst.” Tom rolled his eyes.
“F**k you Tom.” Bill slammed the door and stomped back to his room. They were lucky their mom wasn't home. They would've been in a ton of trouble for yelling, slamming doors, and stomping.
“Stupid worthless brother.” Bill muttered as he picked the magic book off the floor. It had fallen when he rolled off the bed. His eyes scanned the spell again. It seemed too good to be true. “It's worth a shot.”
Bill took a deep breath before repeated the chant three times. He didn't stop to think. He let the hatred for Tom flow threw his body, it controlled every word out of his mouth. He started to feel weightless, as if he was floating in thin air. His sight became blinded with a blue and silver haze, and his mind was free of thought.
Tom sat in his room reading his magazine. He wasn't paying attention to the girls anymore, he was so angry at Bill for storming in. He started muttering curses under his breath. Why did he have to have a twin? He only wanted to be an only child.
Out of nowhere Tom started to float off his bed. He felt like nothing was wrong, his mind in a state of complete happiness. All he saw was silver and blue light, everything was perfect for that one moment.
As the moment of happiness passed through the twins they forgot everything that had to do with their life. Every single little detail had slipped from their mind. Including each other. Their minds were in a deep haze for a moment, and then they were back to normal. Or what they each thought was normal.
“Bill, honey, come get your lunch!” Bill's mother called him from downstairs.
“Coming Mom!” Bill leapt off his large bed and ran down to meet his loving mother. He had grown up an only child with his single mom in a two story apartment. He had never once longed for a brother, after all he was the most popular guy at his art school.
“I have some news.” His mother announced as he sat down to eat his sandwich.
“Yeah?” Bill said through a mouth full of food.
“Don't talk with your mouth full.” She ordered.
“Mom, that's not news, you've been telling me that since I was four.” Bill joked.
“That's not the news.” She said. Her face looked gloomy.
“Then what is?” Bill was starting to get a little worried.
“We're moving.” She said.
“To where?” Bill looked skeptical.
“California.” Bill's mouth fell open. He had grown up in New York. He was not happy moving across the continent away from all his friends.
“No.” He refused.
“Yes. I got a better job and we're taking it.” His mother told him. “Now get to packing, we leave in a week.”
“Dad, we need milk!” Tom yelled through the small apartment he shared with his father.
“Then go out and get some.” His dad is in a drunken voice. Tom had pretty much raised himself for the sixteen years he had been on Earth.
“We need money.” Tom told him.
“Does it look like I'm your f**king sugar daddy?” His dad asked. “No. Why don't you get a job?”
“Whatever.” Tom left the apartment. He hated home, he hated school, he hated his life. He had always thought that maybe if his mom hadn't died when she had given birth then things would have been better. Maybe his dad wouldn't be a drunk and have girls over every night.
Tom made his way to school. It was better than home, at least he had his friends. The ones that got him his own booze and cigarettes. Not to mention the girls that were always all over him. The losers feared him, he as THE guy at school. Everyone loved him, but if only they knew how he lived. Then he wouldn't be so popular.