AN: Read at own risk. This may be way too sad and scary for some.

Samuel and Sandy were 17 year old identical twins. They had light brown hair, dark brown eyes, petite noses and sensitive souls. They were intelligent, hyperactive, curious, and always up for world exploration and mischief.

"What can we do today? It's so boring on the weekend when he have no homework and Dad and Mom isn't here to take us anywhere," Sandy complained late on one Saturday afternoon.

There parents awere visiting friends for the weekend. She was sitting cross legged on a pillow on the carpet in the living room, drinking her soda in slow motion and staring out onto the flower garden and horizon out of fear of completely running out of entertainment, while Sam layed on the couch with an empty crossword puzzle and a pen.

It was a cool spring day and their garden was lusiciously green and decorated by butterflies, roses, lilies and sunflowers. And also their pink pained treehouse, which the two teens enjoyed almost as much as they had when they were little. Sandy usually had an eye for nature, but was by then getting bored to the point of insanity of staring at it for 20 minutes.

"I don't know. Read a book. Scroll through a photography album. Draw a picture. Make clay or cupcakes ... or a YouTube video where you dance or act in your own play like nobody's watching. You know ... your thing! You can even study for that test you didn't do so well on or look at Twitter. Or bath your dog who's been looking like a mud alien for 2 weeks!"

Sandy pulled a face at the last 2 sentences, and threw the pillow at her brother. "Oh, you're always like that! Full of ideas you know I won't like. Come on, let's get off our...