It's Saturday, dad woke me up to lock the doors when he went to work, and now I’m having trouble going back to sleep. Looking at my past entry, I realized that I haven’t really talked -or write, I guess- about my meeting with the twins so I’m gonna do that.

After my initial freak out in the bathroom, we actually got along really well. The twins are really fun and I’m really happy that we’re on good terms. As weird as they are. Like, when I got back from the bathroom, I find them going through my backpack. They said that it was how they know if someone was a “threat”. I’m pretty sure that I’m the least threatening-looking person in the world, also what could a 12-year-old could possibly carry that’s life-threatening? I guess the weight of the textbooks could knock someone out if thrown hard enough, but that’s about it.

Another thing that’s weird about the twins is that they didn’t have names, not even assigned numbers, how in the world does that not seem odd to them? Don’t dad and his coworkers address each other by their names around them? They’re twins, I can barely tell them apart, other than the parting of their hairs, how could the scientists??? Obviously, I couldn’t stand by this, if we can name our pets then those two have just as much a right to have a name. 

But they are a PICKY pair! I’ve spent about a good hour spewing out any names that I could think of, and they were all shot down. I’m bad enough at names as is-why couldn’t they just stick with Lionel and Tiger, just because one is an animal and one is an actual name. I ended up just asking if they liked any of the names in the book I’m reading for class and they picked the names “Jekyll” and “Hyde”. And yet they didn’t like Houdini and Jillette because they sounded made up. But I went with it, I was out of names at that point and to be honest, it’s a bit fitting. Not only are they possible science experiments doomed to end horribly, but the more dutiful twin chose Jekyll and the energetic one with the metal backpack chose Hyde.

I should explain the backpack. See it’s not really a back-pack the dutiful twin—Jekyll — made that thing as an easier portable method with helping Hyde to breath better, I don’t remember the details, basically, Hyde has underdeveloped lungs which makes it super difficult for him to breathe, which is why I found him passed out in the first place. So long as he has that thing on and it stays charged then Hyde should breathe with no trouble, which he takes full advantage of.

Hyde is really talkative and is much more enthusiastic about anything he’s involved in, even if he doesn’t like it, he’ll let you know as bluntly and expressive as he wants to. Definitely not the kind of guy you want to tell your guilty pleasures too, unless you won’t mind laughing at them. Jekyll can be blunt too, but is more reserved about it, he’ll tell you what’s on his mind but he’s more of a sparkler than a firework (if that makes any sense?), I might not share my guilty pleasures with him either. With Hyde, I feel that I at least have the option to laugh with him. With Jekyll ... I dunno I guess he’ll just walk away? Maybe say “you do you”? Or maybe he’ll up to try it once and decide from there? Whatever, I’m not telling them of my love for

I’m not mentioning that Incase they decide to “observe” my journal for any controversial government secrets.

Maybe I should switch from pen to pencil from now on? But it’s the pen that’s mightier than the sword! Also, I like this pen.