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badge. The trousers were also midnight-black, matching the blazer. We wore plain, crisp, long-sleeved white shirts and were forced to keep the top button buttoned at all times. The tie was striped emerald green and black and we were asked to wear any shoes of our choice as far as they were black and formal.
    The girls were to wear either tight fitted black trousers or a black pencil skirt with black tights, a long-sleeved white shirt, the school blazer and tie. The same rules of footwear applied to them too – unless off course you were a senior, where your code of dressing was given some amount of leniency.
    “ I feel uncomfortable,” I complained to my brother. We walked out into the hallway through the student crowd who were either unnecessarily blabbing away or going to their lockers. Jaden was the pacifist and smart twin – no words needed to describe me because I was his exact opposite.
    We attended an enormous , intimidating, private school called Cressile in Richmond upon Thames; London. We were in year nine. It got annoying, looking identical when we were younger – but our physical differences kicked in later during puberty. However, Jaden and I had the tendency of looking older than we were.
    We were both freakishly tall for our ages (6’1” to be exact), the same height; marble-skinned and had the same hazel coloured eyes. But I was the curly devil, with a vast amount of frizzy russet hair. I had a thin and long face with a defined jaw. My nose was somehow long and my ears were small – always hidden behind my curly mane of brown hair. Matching my tall and elastic body, my arms were long and thin. But uncharacteristically, my legs were longer than my torso.
    Jaden , on the other hand – with a head full of long, drooping, dirty blonde hair with hints of black here and there – seemed a little more normal and so did his name: Jaden Dyfan Blue. Unsurprisingly, his limbs were very similar to mine. He often gave the impression he was always angry, since the edges of his eyes seemed to mostly be in slits. His face however, was generally like mine – long and thin. We were different from everybody. We never really knew how. These differences were physical – everybody we saw or looked at had some sort of ‘norm’ to them, something common. In fact, something that looked relatively easy to the eye. But for us, we were so strange and bizarre, just seeming to pop from a crowd. Why, a family once walked up to my mother, siblings and me and asked what part of the world we were from. I always thought we got it from our mother. She was naturally, unbelievably beautiful – a siren, almost. She had been graced with effortless beauty.
    We walked through the hall slowly, clutching the straps of our bags behind our backs and a few books in our hands. The end of school was a moment I could definitely not wait for.
    “ No, seriously, my neck feels sore,” I grumbled. I rubbed the back of my neck and itched madly.
    “ Let me see,” Jaden said, pushing his way past. He lowered my collar. My neck was turning pink and I had red blotches starting to surface. Jaden winced.
    “ Urgh, looks like you’re breaking out in a heat rash.” I scowled and continued itching. Jaden pinched me brutally.
    “ Stop itching ! You’ll make it worse!” he said. Suddenly, through the main double swinging doors down the hall, came a girl nudging herself past other students – it was either that or students were terrifyingly moving away from her. No – wait….yeah, they were terrified of her.
    She was an average height, sixteen-year-old girl with a silver stud piercing on her lower lip. She seemed classy in a black pencil skirt and black tights. Her white shirt seemed uncommonly clean and her blazer had not a single crease on it. She was a senior in the graduating class here. I guess that explained why she was allowed to wear black and white knee-high Converses. She was a back-length chestnut brunette with a thick fringe over her