Truthfully, I don't know much of what happened. The last thing normal I remember was just going to sleep. I think I was under sleeping medication most of the time. I woke up once, I think I was tied to an operating table, but Zach said he was up quiet a bit, but always the same place. He remembered being in an operating room, that he described the same mine. Sometimes there would be doctor-looking people there, but sometimes there would be none. He said he was always tied down though, and when there were scientists, he said they gave him a shot right away, and he blacked out.
But when I woke up the second time, I was in my bed, at home. I thought it had just been a vivid dream, but then I realized it was a week later. Zach was the first person I talked to, and he described the same thing I did. But when our dad came home, he asked about our camping trip. We decided not to say anything different. We convinced ourselves that it was just that twins thought alike or something.
After about a month, we both developed rashes. They covered our around our shoulder blades, and just our shoulder blades. We didn't think much of it really, we thought it was a virus or something, we didn't even tell our dad. Within less than a week, they became hard to bear, and I wore extra baggy shirts so it wouldn't rub. We decided to tell Dad about it, a huge mistake. Normally, we don't tell him much. He's always in the office, working. He's really loud, and he's just not comfortable to talk to.
Like we guessed, he had no idea what to do when we told him about the rashes. He just sceduled us to go to the doctor in a three days. But in two days time, Zach and I knew a doctor couldn't help either. Now, underneath the rashes were visible... feathers. After talking it over, we decided the dreams weren't twin telepathy, and there was no way we couldn't remember an entire camping trip the day after. (We had decided that we someone had gotten us drunk or something.)
We hadn't showed Dad the rashes, so when we told him to cancel the appointment because we were fine now, he didn't argue. It was a four day weekend, one of which were up, so we told him he wanted to go camping on the island near where we lived. We spent the days sleeping on the island with plenty of moisturizer, in the worst pain I'd ever been in. (Zach said that it was worse when he broke his arm and three ribs, but I don't believe him.) The first day we were there, the feathers had surfaced to our skin. The second day, I could feel tiny bones. By the third day, when we had to go home, the things had grown so fast that they actually protruded from our backs about three inches. (If anyone was wondering, I was wearing a halter top the whole time.) We donned very, very baggy sweatshirts, and traveled back to the marina, where our dad was waiting to pick us up.
(Now, I don't know how I did this, but I did then so...) We told our dad that we had horrible migraines and he believed us. We spent the next week, locked up in our rooms, claiming dad couldn't come up because the slightest noise would break our skulls. Over this time, the little feathery things developed into real, big wings. The red rash disappered, and though the new muscels felt weak, they didn't really hurt. Our "migraines" cleared up, and we returned to school on monday. People wonder why I always wear baggy shirts and jackets now, but nobody accosiates it with our absence. (Nobody even noticed that for Zach... lucky boy.)
So, that's about it, I think. Any questions kids? It felt weird typing that out, I felt like I was writing a fiction story.
