The Divided Twin by M. Billiter & Kyle Thomas

Author:M. Billiter & Kyle Thomas [Billiter, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-922359-02-5
Publisher: Tangled Tree Publishing

17

Aaron

Twenty minutes remained in Professor Whitman’s class. Even though her PowerPoints were usually top-notch, today’s topic on the foundation of democracy and how it’d been implemented in different countries wasn’t only a yawnfest, it was pointless.

Sure, there were different types of democracy, but at the end of the day, it didn’t matter. If a country had a parliament, congress, president, or prime minister but practiced democracy, then they represented the will of the people. Regardless of the system or how fancy it was named, the bottom line was the same: the decision-making processes were for the people, which made the entire conversation useless and boring. So boring.

But since attendance was mandatory and I had already blown through my three allotted absences, I was stuck.

However, on a high note, Professor Whitman was in a blinding yellow outfit. I couldn’t look away from the podium if I wanted to. The glare from her clothes was like a gravitational pull, but it was the first time she’d worn something other than black. With her Harry Potter-like glasses and standard black suits covered by a long black jacket, she looked suited to teach at Hogwarts. But today in her yellow top with matching jacket and pants, she reminded me of the Man with the Yellow Hat in Jack’s Curious George books. All she was missing was the hat.

When Jack was much younger, I used to read to him. His favorite book was a collection of George’s misadventures. Jack loved that curious little character so much that when I took him shopping for a Mother’s Day gift and we passed a shelf of stuffed monkeys, I pointed to one.

“Jack, what’s this?”

“It’s a George,” he’d said.

The more I stared at Professor Whitman, the more I thought of home.

It made no sense. A week ago, I was home and couldn’t wait to leave. Now I wanted to return.

I pulled out my phone and started going through people’s stories on Snapchat.

A picture of Caleb and Big Mike surfaced. They were guys I’d met when we all studied abroad. Instead of staying in Jordon on the weekends, we headed to the airport and traveled wherever Ryanair flew. The tickets were unbelievably cheap, and as long as we packed our shit in a backpack, it didn’t cost anything extra. In Morocco we visited the Blue City, in Rome we toured the Colosseum, and in the Sahara we rode camels. I couldn’t have asked for better travel partners. We visited the most beautiful places and drank the best ales, wines, and whatever the locals handed us. It was awesome.

The picture of my boys at their homecoming football game at Columbus University made me thumb over to my message app. The last text from Hannah appeared.

Hey I'm heading to my parents' house 4 w/end. Last chance to join me!

A smile returned to my face. Sweet Hannah. I wasn’t ready to meet the parents, so I passed. I didn’t even make up an excuse, just texted Next time.

But now I had no weekend plans.

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