FLOOD 

By Tessa Harvey

    Ian was trying to do exactly as his twin brother - to keep still. The teacher was watching them. He was on playground duty. Eric knew why he was watching them - he was trying to figure out which one was which. "Keep still, Ian!" he hissed. But Ian could not do that.
    After a few minutes he was tapping his fingers or his toes in time with an internal metronome. For the very first time in his eleven years, Ian prayed God help me have music. Just then Mr. Jacobs came over. "Ian, would you like to join a music group? Eric is welcome also.
    Eric scowled. Even the other kids just called them "the McKenzie brothers." He was very annoyed this dumb teacher had figured them out.
    Then he saw the look of longing on his brother's face, and his heart melted. Time to grow up, he thought, a trifle sadly.
    "Is there a chess club, sir?" he asked instead. "Ian can do music if he likes." He shrugged nonchalantly, but Ian gave him a look of joyful thanks.
    Mr. Jacobs smiled. "You are a great kid, Eric. Mr. Parkinson is going to start chess."

TO BE CONTINUED

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