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Monica and Martha were twin sisters. Throughout her childhood, Monica kept insisting that she and Martha were from another planet. It reached the point where Monica’s parents brought her to see a psychologist.

One day, as Monica sat in an office, a tall man with glasses walked in.

“Hello, Monica,” he said. “My name is Dr. Noble. But you call me Don. Anything you say will be between you and me. But I think you’re going to hurt yourself, then I’ll have to tell someone. Do you understand?”

Monica nodded her head.

“Excellent,” Dr. Noble said. “Your parents tell me that you and your sister are from a planet called Oberon. What can you tell me about that planet?”

“You won’t believe me,” Monica said. “Nobody does.”

“You don’t know that. The universe is such a large place. There’s no way Earth is the only planet that has intelligent life. If that’s what you want to call it. So, what can you tell me about Oberon?”

“It has people, just like Earth. But on Oberon, the grass is pink.”

“I see. How did you two end up on Earth?”

“We played in a field one day and we fell down a plot hole. That’s when we came to Earth.

“Your parents adopted you and Martha, right?”

“Yes.”

“Since your birth parents left you behind, do you feel like you don’t belong; like an alien?”

After a few therapy sessions, Monica stopped talking about Oberon. Eventually, she forgot all about it. However, Monica had other issues to deal with. Some of those issues were with her sister.

Martha would always manipulate and pressure Monica to do her bidding. Sometimes, Martha would get Monica is trouble.

For example, one night, Martha got drunk at a party. She noticed a guy with a crew cut and a white button-up shirt sitting on the couch.

“Hey, Emily,” Martha said. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Larry.”

“I’ve never seen him around school before.”

“I think he might be like new, or something.”

“He looks like a douche bag. I’m gonna talk to him.”

Martha stumbled to the couch and she fell on Larry’s lap.

“What are ya at?” Martha asked.

“This is it,” Larry said.

“Where are you from?”

“The bay.”

“What town?”

“You know.”

“Not gonna tell me? Maybe this will, this will…change your mind.”
Martha shoved her tongue down Larry’s throat. Eventually, Martha went up for some air.

“Where are you from?” Martha asked.

“Dildo,” Larry said.

As soon as those words escaped Larry’s lips, Martha busted out laughing.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you,” Larry said.

“Can you believe there’s a town with that name?” Martha asked.

As Martha continued to laugh hysterically, she tripped.

“What do you know,” Larry said to himself. “She actually tripped on a cordless phone. I didn’t think that was possible.”

As soon as Martha hit the floor, Monica and Emily rushed to her aid and they picked Martha up from the floor.

“Look who is it,” Martha said. “It’s my best friend, and my best sister.”

“Okay, time to take you home,” Monica said.

“You can’t be drinking and driving.”

“I’m sober.”

“I’m the other twin. I mean, older twin. And I only had one drink. I think. I’m driving.”

Monica ignored Martha as she and Emily brought her to the car.

“Don’t ignore me,” Martha said. “I had a lot to eat, so the food absorbs most of the beer. Give the keys.”

Monica continued to ignore Martha.

“I said, give me the fucking keys!” Martha said.

“No,” Monica said.

“You’re being a baby. Give me the keys!”

“I said no!”

During the drive home, Martha continued to annoy Monica.

“I asked you to do one thing, and you couldn’t do it,” Martha said. “Don’t ask me to do anything for you again. Now, pull over and let me drive the rest of the way home. Are you going to let me drive?”

“For the last fucking time, no!” Monica yelled.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that!”

Martha slapped Monica on the side of the head in a drunken rage. This caused Monica to swerved the car and she hit her parents’ garage door as a result.

“Look what you did,” Martha said.

“Fuck you!” Monica said.

Martha and Monica’s parents stormed out of the house.

“What the fuck,” their father said in a whisper. “Do you see this, Nina?”

“I see it, Jerry,” Nina said.

As soon Nina opened the driver door, the smell of alcohol repulsed her.

“You were drinking and driving!” Nina yelled.

“No, it’s not like that,” Monica said.

“You two, get is the house!” Jerry bellowed. “Now!”

Martha and Monica got out of the car. Monica walked in the house like she was walking the green mile. But Martha stumbled to the house in a drunken stupor.

As soon as Martha and Monica entered the house, they were about to go to their rooms. But their father ordered them to sit at the kitchen table.

“What the fuck were you two thinking, going to a party and drinking?” Jerry asked. “You two are under age.”

“Ha! That rhymed,” Martha said. “You’re a poet, and you don’t even realize it.”

“I wasn’t drinking,” Monica said. “Martha was drinking. I drove her home.”

“Why didn’t you stop her from drinking?”

“How could I?”

“You’re her sister!”

“Mom!”

“You could have called, Monica,” Nina said.

“But I drove Martha home! I wasn’t drinking. I was being responsible.”

“You’re not responsible! If you were, you wouldn’t have gone to the party in the first place. I hope you two enjoyed yourselves, because you two will never drive the car again. Now, go to your rooms.”

“No good deed goes unpunished,” Monica said under her breath as she walked up the stairs.

The next Friday, Martha approached her parents, who were in the kitchen, reading the paper.

“Can I get a ride ?” Martha asked.

“What for?” Jerry asked.

“I’m looking for a prom dress.”

“Can’t you take the bus?”

“The bus schedule sucks.”

“Who are you going to the prom with?” Nina asked.

“I don’t know yet,” Martha said. “Maybe nobody.”

“Monica! Can you come down stairs, please?”

Monica walked down stairs and she entered the kitchen.

“Can you drive your sister to pick out a prom dress?” Nina asked.

“Does this mean I can drive again?” Monica asked.

“Yes. But only when we say you can. Since Martha was the one who drank, we’re not letting her drive.”

“So you’re punishing me by making me drive Martha wherever she wants, even though I was being responsible.”

“You crashed the car.”

“That’s because Martha hit me while I was driving!”

“I don’t want to hear it! Drive Martha where she needs to go.”

“Fine then. I’ll be in the car.”

A few minutes later, Monica and Martha were in the car.

“So, who was that guy you were talking to last week?” Monica asked.

“His name’s Larry.”

“Like him?”

“I just met him.”

“The prom is in a few weeks. Why don’t you ask Larry anyway. It’s not like you have a date.”

“Maybe. Hey, can you turn left at the next intersection?”

“Sure.”

Monica turned left.

“Pull over,” Martha said.

“Okay,” Monica said.

Monica pull over in front of a dilapidated house.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Martha said as she got out of the car. But she returned five minutes later.

“What was that about?” Monica asked.

“I owed Emily some money,” Martha said.

“But that’s not Emily’s house.”

“I meant to say Rob. I owe Rob money.”

Monica noticed something hanging out of Martha’s pocket.

“What’s in your pocket?” Monica asked.

“None of your business,” Martha said. “I need to look at prom dresses.”

Monica drove Martha to a local boutique. When Martha entered the boutique, she saw Larry there.

“Hey,” Martha said.

“Hey,” Larry said.

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for tux for the prom.”

“You go to the same school as me, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. Are you going to the prom with anybody?”

“No. Are you?”

“No. Want to go with me?”

“Really? We don’t even know each other.”

“So what? It’s just the prom.”

“Sure, why not?”

“Wicket. I have to look for my sister. I need her help picking out a dress.”

Later on that day, Martha and Monica went home. They pulled in the driveway and they got out of the car. As soon as Martha and Monica entered the house, their parents stood there with their arms folded.

“Are you two okay?” Martha asked. “You two looked crooked.”

“Where have you two been?” Nina asked.

“Looking for a prom dress,” Martha said.

“Somebody told us that you dropped by a drug house.”

“Who told you that?”

“None of your business! How could you drive your sister there, Monica?”

“She’s the one who went inside,” Monica said. “And I didn’t know it was a drug house.”

“You should have known better!”

“Everybody shut-up!” Jerry said. “As soon as those two graduate, Martha’s going into rehab, and Monica’s moving out,” Jerry said.

“We’ll be eighteen in the summer,” Martha said. “I don’t have to go to rehab, so I won’t.”

“In that case, you can just move out. But if you fuck up, don’t come crawling back to us.”

Jerry stormed upstairs and Nina followed him.

“I’m sick and tired of getting into trouble because of you,” Monica said.

“You’re getting on with foolishness,” Martha said.

Martha ended the conversation and she stormed off.

The prom took place three weeks later. Martha arrived wearing a teal dress. Larry showed up a few minutes later, wearing a white tuxedo.

“Love the dress,” Larry said.

“Thanks,” Martha said. “There’s something I want to ask you. Why did you come to our school one month before graduation?”

“What are you talking about? I’ve been here since grade 10.”

“How come I’ve never noticed you before?”

“I used to be the invisible kid. But then I hit the gym, got a hair cut, and I gained some confidence.”

“Oh! That makes sense. Have you’ve noticed me around?”

“Yes. I wanted to ask you out a few times, but I was too nervous.”

“You’re cute.”

Martha gave Larry an innocent kiss on the lips.

Meanwhile, Monica sat at a table by herself. That is until Emily joined her.

“What’s the matter?” Emily asked.

“It’s Martha,” Monica said. “I gets in trouble for Martha all the time and I’m sick of it. She hardly ever opens up a book, and she gets straight A’s. We’re twins, and she gets the guys.”

“Quit being so emo.”

“What’s emo?”

“It’s something that will be popular in the 2000’s. Never mind. You’re living in your sister’s shadow. If you stop that, you wouldn’t get in trouble for her.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. Come on, let’s dance.”

The graduation ceremony took place one week later. Martha was valedictorian.

“I have very few close friends in high school,” Martha said to her classmates, teachers, and parents. “My close friends are my family. As for the rest of you, you’re my extended family. Just like a family, sometimes we don’t get along, and sometimes it feels like our teachers love to pick favorites. But we’re all here for each other. So, leaving my family behind is one of the hardest things I’ll ever have to do. I say this because we are going on different paths in life.

“Some of us know where we’re going, and some of us don’t. I have no clue where I’m going in life. But I’m not worried, because life never takes you where you expect it to go. It will take you somewhere better. Life is like a forest with different paths. It’s just a matter of time before our paths intersect with each other.

“Thank you, class of 1993 for the great memories. I would also like to thank my teachers for creating the path I’m about to take in life. I don’t know where that path will take me. But there’s only way to find out.”

The crowd cheered.

After Martha’s speech, the students received their diplomas one-by-one. After the ceremony, the class said their tearful goodbyes.

One year later, Martha got pregnant with Larry’s child. As a result, they’ve landed multiple jobs each and they were in the process of looking for a house. Monica went to college, just to end up landing a job at Small Mark, while Emily worked at a coffee shop.

Monica and Emily moved into an apartment together. While Monica was happy to be living with Emily, she wasn’t happy with her life in general. However, her life would change in a way she would never thought of.

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