"Levin! Get out of bed; we don't want to be late!"
Voice: Hi, I am Levin, a 16-year-old boy who lives with his family. Well... half of it really
My dad left to buy milk when I was 10, and I haven't seen him ever since. Or perhaps he got missing in the dairy aisle. But let's not dwell on that, shall we?
My life has been great since then. Everything is going well, except for one minor problem. Well, major problem: my head. I've been given all kinds of names because of the shape of it—head of a siren, a desk, God of thunder , a monkey's butt, blah, blah.
But do I care? Not one bit. Why? because I am a genius. These teenagers don't even
know what ecology is! I, on the other hand, have achieved so many awards for my intellect.
Most people would kill for this brain, you know. I'm a young, bright, shining...
"Levin! Don't make me come up there!"
Voice: That's my mom, she's African and I better get down there before things get real.
Levin gets out of his bed and looks at his alarm clock. It's 7:03 in the morning, and the sun is still rising already in the sky. He looks up through his window into the sky."Well, here we go. Another wonderful day, ain't that right, Albert?"
He said, turning to look at the Albert Einstein picture on the wall.
"Descend here, oh mighty head! Bless us mere mortals with your presence."
Voice: (Sigh) That's my sister, my twin actually, Levia. More Like Leviathan, Levia. She's the devil in flesh the yin to my yang. To think we shared the same womb (sigh).
He descended the stairs and went down to the kitchen."Good morning, Mom," he greeted.
"Morning, how was your sleep?" she asked with her eyes glued to the stove "Lovely, except for the part where Levia kept me awake for 3 hours giggling over the phone with her friends."
"Oh, good morning to you too," Levia chimed in.
"You really are a pain in the ass," he said.
"Hey, language!" mom scolded. Levia slapped a stack of papers onto the counter. "Mom, I need you to sign these."
"What for?" Mom asked, flipping a pancake.
"School trip," Levia replied casually.
"Oooh, what's it about? Egyptian mummies?" Mom asked, her excitement bubbling over. "No, Mom. Dinosaurs. You know, fossils. Big, extinct reptiles," levin interjected, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Voice: For God's sake, Mom, we are in Oklahoma. How are Egyptian mummies here? I mean Egyptians!
"And there he goes again, yapping on and on about what his big brain carries," Levia teased." "Shut up!" Levin exclaimed.
"Hey, hey! No shouting or fighting at my table," their mom warned. Blame her, she started it," Levin moaned.
"Come on, Mom, can't I have a friendly conversation with my twin brother?" Levia asked.
"You want friendly? Act peaceful; otherwise, get away from him." Mom said. (Sigh) "I'm outta here," Levia said as she picked her bowl of cereal and headed towards the living room.
"I'll be in the living room, living peacefully," she snarked.
"So dramatic," Levin whispered. "Say something?" his mom asked. "Forget it," he replied.
"Finish up and go wash up for school. I'll drop you. You too, Levia."
"Thanks, mom," Levin responded.