“I hate this.”

“No one asked you to be here.”

“What’s your name, again?”

The girl facepalmed and shook her head. “I told you; I don’t have one. I doubt you do either.”

“I don’t?” the boy asked, tilting his head. “Coulda sworn I did.”

The girl sighed and pushed away from him. Well, she tried to but was quickly met with one of the six walls surrounding them in the spherical room. She scowled at it, how long had they been there anyway? Months, maybe? She didn’t know, not having much perception of time in the first place, and she wasn’t about to ask her forced companion.

“So, if I don’t have a name, and you don’t have a name, how would people know who’s who?” the boy asked. If it wasn’t for the seriousness in his tone, it would’ve been assumed he was joking.

“Oh, for the love of- We look nothing alike!” the girl exclaimed.

“You sure? Our faces look pretty similar.”

“How would you know? I don’t even know what I look like.”

“You don’t?”

“Oh my god!”

The girl let out a loud groan and allowed herself to float aimlessly in the empty space. The boy stared at her before doing the same, that is until his own foot distracted him.

“One, three, six, two, cat, wow we have a lot of toes.” he realized aloud.

“I cannot wait to get out of here,” The girl said, folding her arms. “Whenever that is.”

They fell into a silence, the boy still intently counting his own limbs while the girl ignored him. Eventually, the boy spoke again.

“Hey, when we get out of here, you think we’ll see each other again?”

The girl thought for a moment before shaking her head, internally scolding herself for even entertaining the idea of giving him an actual well thought out answer.

“I sure hope not. But judging by our current circumstances, we might be forced to either way,” she shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t know.”

“Yay, you don’t know something either!” the boy cheered.

“How is that a good thing?”

“Because I have a chance of being the smart one!”

“No, you don’t!”

The boy smirked and crossed his arms. “Alright then, if you’re so smart, how did we get here?”

“An answer we are too young to know,” the girl answered flatly.

“That’s not an actual answer!”

“Well, then, do you know?”


“Well, there you go.”

The boy rubbed his chin and hummed in thought. “So, what you’re saying is…we’re both smart!”


“Dang it!”

The girl groaned into her hands before yelling and kicking one of the lower walls in frustration. “Get me out, get me out, get me out!”

She gave one final hard kick before a loud pop was heard, followed by the sound of gushing water.

The boy looked over, equally concerned and confused. “What was that? What did you do?”

For once, the girl struggled to find a response. “I… I think the water just…broke.”

“Broke?” the boy repeated, eyes growing wide. “What do you mean it broke?!”

“I don’t know, it just did!” the girl responded.

They both began to lower from where they were floating and began moving towards a small hole near the bottom of the chamber that began slowly opening as if making room for them. That only caused them to panic even more.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” the girl screamed, trying to get away to no avail.

“I don’t wanna die!” the boy cried.

“It’s alright! We’re gonna be fine!”

“How do you know that?”

“I don’t!”

They both could only watch with dread as the hole got closer and closer as the chamber started to force them into positions that would make the forced journey through somewhat easier.

“Hey, if we don’t make it,” the boy started, taking the girl’s hand. “I just want you to know, you’re definitely the smart one!”

“I just want you to know,” the girl responded. “That I never liked you!”

“I love you too!”

“That’s not what I said!”

After an undetermined amount of time, the girl was suddenly blinded by bright fluorescent lights. She shut her eyes and tried to get away, but a strange pair of arms held her in place. Only when the lights seemed to dim did she dare open them again, only to see the boy next to her in a different pair of arms. He seemed to realize the same as he stared back at her. Before either of them could even question what happened, a voice suddenly spoke.

“Congratulations, you have a very healthy pair of twins.”

Emily Buenafuente has difficulty deciding if her writing is a hobby or a career, but like she always says, “If it’s good enough for me, everyone else can just deal with it.”