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Clean Slate
 
Things are dangerous that is what parents always tell you. They say it about virtually anything. They say it about the internet. They say it about magazines (if they think they're not “suitable”). They say it about going out alone (even to the corner shop). They say it about crossing the street (should only apply if you're seven). They say it about anything that involves leaving their sight, basically. But the one thing they have never told you is that it's dangerous to ride your bike.

Yes; just to ride it innocently. They don’t nag about that; since they are the ones who teach you. Right? They should tell you though; because even if it isn’t homicidal; it is still dangerous. Not just because you can get flattened by vehicles; but because...well, you can get your self into a situation that you don’t want to be in. Then you can’t get out of it and you end up doing things that would make you cringe in years to come.

They should tell you!

My parents didn’t.

That’s why I’m telling this story. That’s the cause for it all. Riding my bike.

Weird; but hey! It’s me.

We’d just moved into our little flat. The property was private so no one would be peeing in the lifts (I hoped). I lugged I think like one million boxes from the car. My sister Heaven (my so called “identical twin”) didn’t lift a finger. She just fumbled about with her phone texting all her old mates and giving me an energetic thumbs up every time I dumped a box.

When it came to unpacking she unpacked her stuff; but refused to do anything else like help shuffle sofas and tables. I was about two grams away from getting a hernia.

I collapsed on the sofa clutching my stomach; but no hernia.

My back hurt like hell.

Heaven came over pouting and sat on the sofa next to me. She made this very dramatic sigh as she sat down next to me - the sort you do when you want people to ask what's wrong. She did it about seven times and I finally caved and asked her what was wrong.

“My boyfriend dumped me,” she said.

I nodded as she ranted. She seemed to be using her hands a lot as she spoke and tossing her silky black hair. I wasn’t even listening, I was just glaring at her. It ticks me off the way she acts, when she runs her fingers through her black hair just so everyone knows how silky it is and bats her eyelashes so they look even more amazing. I hated how she wriggled around and kept folding and folding her legs as if to say “Isn’t my body just fabulous?” and the way she talked in this way where she tilted her chin up and bit her lip (this only applies to when she was trying to impress boys; but was still aggravating). I just hated it.

We’re identical twins; but seriously I don’t see the resemblance.

Yeah! We both have black hair, brown eyes and mixed skin; but that’s about it. And one of the things I cant stand is when people meet my sister then me and say “why can’t you be more like your sister?”.

I just grit my teeth and glare then walk away so that person knows just how much I loathe them. I wouldn’t want to be like my sister even if she is popular. We have the same face but she treats it differently, she wears layers and layers of makeup and wears really stupid skimpy clothes while I stick to jeans and charity shop shirts and trainers. Heaven always complains that she doesn’t want to be seen with me because I always dress way too casually and carelessly. And she also goes on about my hair and how I should tame it into something that looks half way decent. My hair at the moment is a curly explosion. It is curly and bushy and I just tie it back not really bothered and sometimes I will weave some ribbon in and braid it with beads. But mostly I just tie it up and hope it doesn’t look like I have a curly fuzz stuck to the back of my head. Heaven has the same hair but she trims it and goes through all this trouble to make it super sleek and shiny so you would never know she has my “un-tameable” hair. Another thing that is different is that she is as skinny as a rake while me I have more flesh on my bones but I’m not fat or obese I know that for sure. Though Heaven insists that I should watch what junk I stuff myself with. You can see why my sisters presence infuriates me so much.

Mum burst in dragging her hair away from her face. She looked tired and harassed.
“New beginning girls don’t mess it up ok?” she said flopping down on the sofa.
“Ok,” said me and Heaven simultaneously. Heaven turned to me with that “I want a favour” look on her face.
“Angel my dear sister would you mind coming to the shopping centre with me?” she said batting her eyes.
“Yes I would mind greatly, I want to um . . . (I thought desperately for an excuse) ride my bike,” I said. Heaven looked baffled.
“Ride your bag? (she obviously hadnt been listening to a word i had said) Oh come on Angel please I don’t know where the shopping centre is,” she pleaded. I ran for the door.
“What makes you think I do?” I yelled as the door slammed behind me.

My bike was chained up outside and I just knew Heaven would be looking out here to see if I really was getting my bike out. I unchained it grudgingly and climbed on and rode away quickly. The town had its own high street with a stream of grocery shops and restaurants and small clothing boutiques. I climbed off my bike worn out and rolled the bike along side me. I felt like going through the stuff on the charity store across the street. It was pretty busy street but I had some confidence that I would be ok. I walked across the street and just as I turned to look as I was in the middle of the street a car zoomed around the corner fast approaching me. I don’t know about other people but when faced with danger I can’t move a limb no matter how much my life depended on it. As the car zoomed closer not slowing my heart smashed around in my chest.
Move you sock puppet! I screamed in my head. It drew closer so I could hear the rumble of the engine clearly. I opened my mouth ready to scream before the moment I died. Then suddenly I was out of the way of the car and crushed on the floor. The car rumbled by at super sonic speed and I lay stunned on the ground. I discovered the reason I was smooshed was because some boy who had smartly knew that I was not moving until the car hit home came to my rescue and shoved me out of the way vigorously which caused him to be on top of me. This was seriously awkward.
“Hey are you ok?” he asked his face way too close.
“I’m ok, I think,” I said hazily. His eyes were pale green and his hair was toffee coloured and long cut like one centimetre above his shoulder it was braided into thin plaits the kind of look that you never see boys with. But it doesn’t seem to make him less masculine but seem more daring. His lashes were thick and dark and his skin was fair. I seemed to be at a loss for breath.
“Are you sure you’re ok?” he said still on top of me his face way too close. I’d never been this close to a boy and I was sure I wasn’t meant to be.
“Well I might be a bit more comfortable if you weren’t on top of me, I can’t breathe,” I said.
“Oh right um sorry,” he said getting up hastily helping me up. My knees wobbled and I clung onto the boys arms trying to balance myself. “It’s ok I got you.” I gave him a shaky smile.
“I’m Trev by the way, I just walk around town picking out damsels in distress,” he grinned shaking my hand.
“I’m Angel an expert in getting myself into all sorts of trouble,” I said. He smiled at me and helped me over to a bench. I rubbed my legs trying to rub life back into them so I could get up and get out of here as fast as possible.
“Hey if your legs don’t wake up I would be happy to give you a piggy back home,” he offered. I looked at him in surprise.
“Well thanks Trev but I think I am quite capable,” I said getting up abruptly but for some reason I couldn’t keep blance luckily Trev caught me quick so I didn’t fall.
“Piggy back?” he asked.
“Never been a better time for it,” I smiled and hopped onto his back. I directed him to my road. I was surprised he didn’t keel over at the weight of me because I’m sure I’m not light. But amazingly he acted as though I was a feather.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Why d’you want to know?” he asked.
“Well at least this way if you stab me or something I know who the police should go after,” I smiled.
“Well in that case my name is Trev Jones; I live in England and am fourteen years old,” grinned Trev.
“Fourteen? Wow what a coincidence so am I,” I said. I couldn’t believe I had said that. I wasn’t fourteen I was twelve. But I couldn’t say so now without looking like a complete idiot.
“Ah cool, so you must know how annoying year nine teachers are, all they do is nag you,” he sighed.
“Oh yeah totally, man their a pain,” I said, I didn’t understand why I was lying but I couldn’t stop. He talked about his teachers and all the people in the class. I liked hearing him speak, his voice was soft and clear and strong. By the time he stood in front of my front door I was flopping lifelessly against him stroking his braids.
“Why do you have braids?” I asked curiously.
“Couldn’t be bothered with dreadlocks,” he smiled letting me carefully down from his back and put his arm over his shoulder to make sure I was balanced. My legs had come awake so I could stand tall.
“Thanks Trev, really you saved my life and my legs so just thanks,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” he said, he stared down at his shoes not knowing what to say.
“Well um bye then Trev,” I said.
“Bye Angel,” he said. . .

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