Neenah's POV
As soon as we reached our room, Meenah fell on her bed as she sighed loudly

"I wish I could drop school" she said slightly rubbing her forehead. Without caring to reply to her, I moved straight to the bathroom to wash my hand. I get ink on my hand every time I write. I wonder how the ink spills and smears all over my hands.

The door opened as soon as I came out of the bathroom and Miss Femi peeked though the door not opening  the door wide enough for me to see her whole body.

"Well hello girls" Anty Femi said in her slightly Yoruba accent. She is the caretaker. She's been away for two weeks. She went to the village to visit her sick mother.

"Anty Femi! You're back!" I exclaimed as I hugged her tightly. Meenah sat up and muttered a "hi"

"How's your mother's health? And where's the baby?"I asked.

"Mother's fine, and the baby is downstairs. Now girls, what would you like to eat?" She asked smiling.

"Sponge chocolate cake with melted marshmallows sprinkled all over and lots of strawberries and kiwis" Meenah said before I could answer, as her mouth began to drool.

"I wonder why you don't put on weight with the amount of junk food you eat" I teased and we both laughed.

"What about you haneenah?" she asked. She likes calling us by our full names.

"Pasta" I said as Meenah looked at me with a disgusted look.

"Pasta? That's disgusting" she said slightly pouting.

"Just because you don't like it, that doesn't make it disgusting you know" I said.

"Yeah whatever" she said as she lay back on her bed. Anty Femi just laughed and left.

She returned 45 minutes later after we've both had a shower and changed. She came with my pasta... Looks Yum, and Meenah's chocolate cake with melted marshmallows smeared all over. It looks tempting, but thinking about all the calories in it made me stop thinking about eating it.

"Seriously, how can someone have all this calories and won't gain weight?" I asked while eating my pasta.

"Well, you see am very special, you know"

"Hey...we are twins so if you're special then so am I"

As she gobbled on her cake,I suddenly remembered my conversation with the art teacher, a few hours ago and the flier she gave me. I reached into my backpack, pulled it out and handed it to Meenah.

"The art teacher showed me your artwork and she also gave me this" I said pointing towards the piece of paper. I sat down next to her on her bed before I continued.

"Seriously Meenah? I thought we shared everything. Why didn't you tell me you are such a great artist. What happened to our 'two bodies one soul' " I said feeling sad she didn't tell me. It took a moment before she spoke.

"I..I'm not really good, I mean the paintings aren't that good.... I thought you'll laugh at me" she said.

I didn't reply. I just kept quiet pretending to be hurt knowing she'll cheer me up in just a minute, then she smeared chocolate on my nose, then on my face and I still didn't move. But when she smeared it on my white polo shirt I stood up immediately trying to clean it up.

"Ya Allah Meenah, it's my favorite shirt"

"I know" she said smirking. That was when I took my untouched bowl of noodles and emptied it on her hair. Then I laughed. She grabbed a slice of cake with her bare hands as she came after me and I ran. I ran through the two floors, past the library until I was at the living room downstairs but she was still tailing me. Typical Meenah.

She was still at the top of the stairs panting while I laughed at her. She aimed the cake and threw it at me. I dodged and the cake flew straight to mom's face.

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~Attached is a picture of their room~

This story is a work of my imagination. All names, locations, and incidents have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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