"Adam. Adam, get up."
I grumbled something and turned over.
"Adam, today's our birthday. Don't you remember?" My twin brother's voice promised
a good breakfast, maybe an illicit movie, and certainly a good time. How's that for an alarm clock?
We weren't identical twins; Clark's hair was blond and mine was brown. He had braces on his teeth,
while I had one on my leg. Yes, it was malformed, and I'm not ashamed to say it.
I got out of bed, groaning. Clark saw my expression and reached out his left hand.
It was more than just courtesy. As his palm met mine, strength flowed into my leg. Clark's ability is a lifesaver.
His eyes were the same gunmetal gray as mine.
