It was a stormy night at the Awesome Inn, where Kirsty and Co. were sitting in front of the crackling fire, doing a crossword. All of a sudden the doors blew open with a bang and there was a dark figure standing in the doorway.
“Oh my!” exclaimed Jess.
“Who are you?” asked Kirsty.
“You know who I am, don’t you?” the figure said, in a deep voice. It was probably a boy.
“No?” Kirsty said, confused. The wind was blowing bits of leaves and dirt from outside into her eyes, making it even harder to see.
‘I think I know who you are,” said Taylor.
‘Do you? Do you really?” asked the figure, who is assumed to be of male origin.
“Yes…We’ve met once before…so long ago, I’d almost forgotten about you. But seeing you here, all the memories come rushing back!” Taylor said breathlessly.
“That’s true. It was a long time ago. Do you remember…the beach?” the maybe male said.
“Yes,” said Taylor, turning her head away from the figure. “I’m afraid I do. But I thought we’d agreed…”
"Agreed? Agreed what, Taylor? What was it?” Anna Banana asked.
“It was three years ago…” Taylor began, harp strings playing and Taylor staring into the distance, remembering that night… “Excuse me, Jess, stop playing the harp, I’m trying to tell a story.”
Jess stopped and the music did too.
“Anyway, as I was saying,” Taylor continued. “It was a dark, cold night on the beach, and even though it was the middle of Summer, I was shivering in the brisk, cool air. When suddenly…”
“Suddenly!” the figure shouted unexpectedly. “Suddenly I saw her shivering in the brisk cool air, even though it was the middle of Summer and I-“
“Yes I was getting to that bit,” Taylor snapped. ‘Anyway, suddenly you appeared and you lent me your jacket. I was no longer shivering. No. I was warm.” Taylor fell silent.
“But who is that person?” asked Jess.
“That person…is…” Taylor said.
“No.” said the mysterious perhaps-male, perhaps-not figure. “I need to tell her. I need to tell Kirsty.”
“Tell me what?” asked Kirsty, surprised.
“Tell you that… I know you.”
“From where?”
“From everywhere!”
“But since when? I do not recall ever coming across you? Who are you?” Kirsty asked.
“You do not remember me?” he/she (?) asked.
“I’m so sorry…I don’t.” Kirsty said.
The figure stepped out from the doorway and into the light of the lounge. The person’s face was illuminated by the light bulb above said person and after a brief millisecond, the power went out, throwing the perhaps boy, possibly not, into shadow, once more.
“That I-“ the figure, now even harder to see, “I am…I can’t do it. Taylor!”
Taylor began to speak. “Kirsty that person is…your…”
“No! I need to be the one to do it! It’s better coming from me,” the figure said. “Kirsty… I’m your…brother!”
The lights came back on as everyone in the room gasped loudly.
“My brother? But… That’s impossible!” Kirsty exclaimed.
“Not just your brother. I’m your secret twin!”
“You’re Kirsty’s twin?” Anna said, bewildered. “But…what about the beach…?”
“The beach was…When we were at the beach I was still Kirsty’s twin. I just didn’t know it. I’m so sorry I lent you my jacket, Taylor. I never would have if I’d known…I would have just worn it myself! I would not have been cold. No. I would have been warm. Protected from the brisk, cool breeze,” Kirsty’s twin said.
“But how did that happen? How come you don’t live with Kirsty and your parents?” Jess asked.
“Kirsty doesn’t live with her parents,” Kirsty’s twin said.
“What?” Anna Banana was confused.
“Of course I do. Don’t I?” Kirsty asked, suddenly unsure.
“Duh duh duuuuuuuuuh.”
“Jess!” Kirsty scolded. “This is serious!”
“Sorry,” said Jess.
“Anyway, what do you mean that I don’t live with my parents? Of course I do, they’re Sue and Y-”
“Sue and Yogi?” her twin interrupted. “No. They’re not.”
“But then…Who?” asked Kirsty raising her gaze to meet her twin’s eyes.
“Our parents…Our parents are-”
Kirsty’s twin was interrupted by a loud gunshot and he fell to his knees, clutching his chest, blood seeping through his fingers.
“NOOOOOO!” Kirsty shouted, leaping forward. Her twin fell forward and onto the ground. Kirsty kneeled beside the boy. “Twin? I don’t even know your name. But who? Who are my real parents?”
The twin gasped for air. “Our parents…are…” he stopped and took another breath. “Our parents are…”
To Be Continued…
Next time on The AWESOME Adventures of Kirsty & Co – Soap Opera Edition II
Who was the shooter? Who are Kirsty’s real parents? What is Kirsty’s twin’s name? And what else happened that night on the beach between Taylor and Kirsty’s twin?
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