Geez...this girl sure is bossy, but I really can't complain. After all, she is helping me. But I still need to find Piper and find a way outta here, but for now, I just need to get food. The girl- Safrette, is patching up my ankle. It was a pretty deep cut, but I didn't even feel it...how strange. "There ya go! Your ankle probably still hurts, so you should rest... Do you want something to eat?" "Yes" "Well? What do you want?" "I don't know, as long as it's not a rat..." "Oh...sure no problem...one rat coming right up!" "No!" "Just kidding!" she laughs, as she walks out of the lobby. A few seconds later, she came rushing in, "Oh, you will not believe who I just saw...another kid! She was with my brother...hmmm...and her hair, it looked like yours! Wait...do you have a sister?" "YES YES! THAT MUST BE MY SISTER! TELL HER TO COME HE-" "A-HA! YOU"RE HOLDING MY BROTHER HOSTAGE! GIVE HIM TO ME OR I'LL TAKE HIM BY FORCE!" Piper yelled out from the doorway. "WAIT, PIPER SHE-" "HUSH BABY BROTHER, I WILL SAVE YOU from that WITCH!" "Calm down diaper, that witch is my sister.", calmly said a boy from the doorway. "STOP IT. EVERYONE NEEDS TO SHUT UP." Safrette screamed...."FIRST OFF, WHO IN THE WORLD IS PIPER AND DIAPER" "Piper is my sister's name..." I said. "And Diaper is her nickname." the boy in the doorway finished. "Wait, how'd you know that's her nickname?" I questioned. "Well...let's just say we had an unfriendly introduction and her name was the perfect candidate for that nickname." "HEY, stop talking about me like I'm not right here!!" "OKAY, enough of whatever THAT was." "Now, since everyone seems confused, let's introduce ourselves!" Safrette chirped, her tone quickly changing. "I'll go first, I'm most certainly not a WITCH, and my name is Safrette!" "I'm not your baby brother Piper, and I'm Peter" "You are my baby brother Peter, and I'm PIPER, NOT DIAPER!" "Okay, I'm Emmett, but never mind my name, you two are twins, right?" he questioned, pointing at me and my sister. We nodded. We are twins. "So your name is Peter...and your name is Piper...right?", he said with a smirk. He looked at his sister and they busted out laughing. "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers!" they howled in laughter as they sung it. All I and Piper could do was exchange confused looks as we watched the other pair of twins giggle and squeal like little children.
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