Siamese Twin Short Story

Every now and then I get this feeling that God attached to me, kinda like a Siamese twin, the tendency to get stuck in the worst possible situations. Be it due to my clumsiness or fate or another person’s doing…it’s an all in one deal. To give it some credit the thing started doing its job right from when I was born. For example after I was born my biological parents, for some unfathomable reason, decided that they dint want me and so gave me away to some orphanage. Now one would think that they’d at least had the decency to put me in a safe place if nothing else but apparently they dint care so much because I ended up in the worst kind of orphanage you can come across. It was a horrible place where children were made to do vile

The first things I notice are the pair of arms wrapped around me.

“You can put me down now.” I say to which the person listens and puts me down almost immediately. Then I realize what just happened, that Lee just walked away from a possible fight. I mean, in the eight years that I’ve known him I’ve never seen him back off. Like ever.

So with my face full of amazement I turn to look at the cause of that happening and meet a pair of curious blue

He is so tall and well built that even with my five feet seven inch frame I feel tiny in front of him. No wonder I wasn’t able to make him budge even a little after the struggle I put up.

“You look like you’ve just seen him sprout wings and fly away.” The person states raising his eyebrows after noting my obvious wonder.

“I would be less surprised if he did that.” I admit “You did like ‘Whoosh’ and he’s gone.”

He laughs at that. “I’ve been told I have that effect on people.”

“You mean you scare jerks away.” I state.

“Something like that.” he smiles and continues, “I am Noah by the way, Noah Hart.”

“I….” I start to say my name automatically but stop. Did he just say Hart?

“Did you just say Hart?” I voice my thought

He nods, “You know The Harts that live around here? I came to visit them.”

I realize he must be one of Jay’s cousins. He looks so much like David, Jay’s dad.

“No I don’t.” I answer him mentally patting myself on my shoulder for my smart answer. Because if Victoria finds out about my almost fight with Lee she is bound to go off on me.

“Anyway, I better get going.” I say and start to walk away instructing myself not to go to Jay’s house till his cousin leaves when Noah steps in front of