I'm an adult now, so birthdays were really not my thing anymore. Birthday parties just stressed me out because I didn't like to mingle. When my parents and my little sister throw a party for me and my twin, Ben, it's just a small celebration over breakfast. Just how I like it.

But there's a tattoo on my hip. A tattoo of a shooting star. And Ben has one too! But its of an apple!

I'm feelin' déjà vu here. Why do we look like we're turning into ponies? I want to stay a human!

A side story to the strange, but very well written story "Five Score, Divided by Four" by Twisted Spectrum.

Go check it out!