Names are called in pairs and, in pairs, people cross aisles and gather in a group beneath a spotlight towards the back of the room. I can’t decide if they should be celebrated or condemned. They are all young, teenagers or college-aged. Now that I can see their faces clearly, I notice that some of the smiles are just for show, that not everyone is as excited as they seemed to be in the dark room. Some of the pairs aren’t as identical as I originally, thought either. There are pairs of identical guys and identical girls, but there are also pairs that look like male and female versions of each other. None of them look truly unique, though. Looking through the faces in the crowd around me, I see the same pattern – similar faces, but no special little snowflakes.
I lose track of how many names are called when the voice from nowhere says, “Thank you for your participation. Those are all of the students we have chosen today.” The crowd claps as the group beneath the spotlight trails out of the room. Eventually, the clapping dies down and the lights turn on again. People start to rise from their seats and head out of the auditorium.
I look at Shelly and Winston. “Safe for another day, ” says Winston with a shrug. I follow Winston and Shelly out of the auditorium. In the hallway, I trip on something and run into some people.
“Sorry, ‘scuse me,” I say, looking down to see what tripped me. There was nothing, of course, just my own two feet.
“There she goes again,” murmurs Shelly. I get a little annoyed by that remark. It’s not like I’m clumsy on purpose. Then, I notice that she’s staring at the back of someone’s head, someone who has the same build as me, but with straight hair highlighted by shades of pinks and purples. I realize that I just missed my twin again.
“Do you wanna go after her?” Winston asks.
“No. I’d never catch up.”
“True,” say Shelly and Winston together. I follow them back to the dorms.
“Have either of you met your twins?” I ask.
“Yeah,” they reply in unison. Shelly starts talking about her twin. She’s okay, but it’s weird, talking to someone who looks like you. Shelly and her twin get along pretty well and have alot in common. Neither of them have figured out their powers yet and they’re in no hurry to either.
Winston’s twin is a girl. Winston’s math grades have rapidly improved as his power has developed. His twin hasn’t figured out her power yet, but has noticed sparks coming out of her hands from time to time. They can’t figure out what her power is, but like to say that it’s the power of en- light-enment.
I start to wonder about my twin and my power. I guess I should probably meet her sooner than later. Then again, if it ain’t broke, then don’t fix it, right? Maybe it’s a good thing that we don’t know each other. I don’t remember what The Process is, but every time I think about it, I feel panicked and nervous. I do know that it has something to do with twins and our powers. My brain feels foggy. The more I try to remember, the thicker the fog gets and the harder it is to grasp my own thoughts.
That night, I lay in bed thinking in circles about the events of the evening and what they mean. I can’t get any further back than when I woke up standing in line with Shelly and Winston. I’m not sure why I remember Shelly and Winston better than I remember myself. There’s so much that I don’t know, but I can’t figure out if it’s because I forgot it all or because I never knew things in the first place.
to be continued…