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Volume 51
Issue 2

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  • Essay
Murphy McMahon

Two summers ago on an island on the coast of Maine, I had a Dickensian experience with two twins. It's near indescribable, but I'll try.

As I was searching for my lost basketball in dense brush with the sun setting, I heard two voices arguing and coming towards me. I turned around to see an abnormally large boy and a small, round girl standing next to each other. They stood staring at me until I made their acquaintance. After talking for a few minutes, I still couldn't even comprehend the situation. Having never seen these people in all my years of being on Westport Island, I quickly learned about their strange lives. The girl, wearing torn clothing, was named Katey. And the boy, who had size fourteen feet, was named Davey and looked about six feet tall.

They were twins at eleven years old, except they were opposite in every way. Davey was entering the sixth grade with all A's from last school year. However, Katy would be entering the fourth grade through online school. She was kicked out of numerous schools for cursing and fighting, and she was prescribed a therapist, only whom the parents couldn't afford.

While talking to them with the night slowly becoming pitch black, I inferred that Davey was the only down to Earth person in his family of "interesting" people. He had dreams of college and a career. He used his fantasies of Minecraft to cope with the problems he was faced with, for example, their older brother dying in a drunk driving accident, their parents never being home, or the fact that they were living in a trailer full of trash with holes in the roof. The saddest part of this was that he could only dream of playing Minecraft, having no wifi or computer.

The next day I saw them again while walking home at night, and they invited me to their house the day after. So I walked down dirt roads until I found their ominous gravel driveway. Their "home" life was everything I imagined it to be: ravenous dogs guarding a white trailer that had its fair share of holes in the sides.

I later left for Tennessee that week, only to see them one more time at Christmas. In my brief encounter with them on Christmas Day, I gave them both nice winter coats and a bag of candy each, and I never saw them again and could only wonder where that strange pair of twins were wandering.