“We’ll be eighteen in the summer,” Martha said. “I don’t have to go to rehab if I don’t want to.”
“In that case, the both of you can just move out!”
Jerry stormed upstairs and Nina followed him.
“I’m sick and tired of getting into trouble because of you,” Monica said.
“You’re getting on with foolishness,” Martha said.
”Look at you. You’re turning into Mom and Dad. Except they’re not druggies like you.”
Martha ended the conversation and she stormed off.
The prom took place a few weeks later. Over the course of that time, Martha and Monica put their fight aside so they could focus on the prom. Martha arrived wearing a teal dress.
“Love the dress,” Larry said.
“Thanks,” Martha said. “There’s something I want to ask you. Why have you come to our school one month before graduation?”
“What are you talking about? I came to this school when I was in grade 10.”
“How come I’ve never noticed you before?”
“I used to be the invisible kid. But then I hit the gym and I gained some confidence.”
“Oh! That makes sense. Have you’ve noticed me around?”
“Yes. I wanted to ask you out a few times, but I was too nervous.”
Martha gave Larry an innocent kiss on the lips.
Meanwhile, Monica sat at a table by herself. That is until Emily joined her.
“What’s the matter?” Emily asked.
“It’s Martha,” Monica said. “I get into trouble because of her all the time and I’m sick of it.”
“Quit being so emo.”
“It’s something that will be popular in the 2000’s. Never mind. The point is you’re living in your sister’s shadow. If you stop that, she won’t get you into any trouble.”
“Maybe you’re right.”
“Of course I’m right. Come on, let’s dance.”
The graduation ceremony took place one week later. Martha was valedictorian.
“Graduating high school is bittersweet, because we’re like a family,” Martha said. “We see each other every day, except for the weekends, the summer, and holidays, of course. We don’t always get along, but we’re there for each other. When this day ends, we will all go different paths. But we have nothing to fear. Life never takes you where you expect it to go, but it will take us somewhere better. Thank you, class of 1993.”
The crowd cheered.
After Martha’s speech, the class of 1993 received their diplomas, one-by-one. After the ceremony, the class said their tearful goodbyes.
One year later, Martha got pregnant with Larry’s first child. As a result, they landed multiple jobs each and they looked for a house.
Monica, however, shared a two-bedroom apartment with Emily.
One evening, Monica had coffee with Emily.
“When was the last time you’ve been on a date?” Emily asked.
“I don’t know,” Monica said. “Why?”
“I know a guy you might like?”
“Why not? He’s no Brad Pitt. But he’s cute, nice, and funny.”
“I don’t want to hook up with anybody.”
“Why? Are you gay?”
“What? No! I’m happy being single. The only thing I don’t like about it, is everybody pressuring me to be with somebody.”
“How about he hangs out with us sometime and we’ll see where things go?”
“I suppose. But why do you want me to hook up someone so badly?”
“Honestly, it’s because you’re always tense. You really need to get laid.”
Monica rolled her eyes. “Whatever,” she said.
A few days later, Monica and Emily hung out in a restaurant.
“So, where is this guy?” Monica asked.
A man with short orange hair met with Monica and Emily.
“Monica, this is John,” Emily said. “John, this is Monica.”
“Hey,” Monica said.
“Hey,” John said.
Monica and John didn’t say much to each other at first. In fact, Emily did most of the talking. But eventually, John and Monica ended up having a real conversation.
“You like science fiction,” Monica said. “Let me guess, you like Star Trek.”
“No, not really,” John said. “I used watch Doctor Who when it was on TV.”
“So did I! Who’s your favorite doctor?”
“I liked Patrick Troughton.”
“I really miss that show.”
“Same. Maybe it will come on TV again, some day.”
“Yeah, in 2005, maybe. Although I heard it will be made into a TV movie.”
“I hope that’s true.”
John and Monica were so into their conversation, they forgot Emily was there.
“Where’s Emily?” Monica asked.
“I’m sitting next to you,” Emily said as she seemingly appeared out nowhere.
“Where did you come from?” Monica asked.
“I was here the whole time,” Emily said.
“This is like a moment from a bad rom-com,” John said.
“So, that’s like 90% of rom-coms,” Monica said.
John and Monica went on a few more dates. Eventually, John invited Monica over to his apartment.
The moment John opened the door to his apartment, the first thing Monica noticed was a giant bookshelf.
“I see you like to read,” Monica said.
“Yeah, I do,” John said.
“Mind if I take a look?”
Monica looked through John’s bookshelf. There was nothing that grabbed Monica’s attention, except this one book: ‘History of Planet Oberon.’
Monica held up the book in front of her.
“Where did you get this book?” Monica asked.
“My grandfather wrote it,” John said.
“Mind if I take it home to read it?”
As soon as Monica went home, she sat down on the couch and she read the book immediately. But Monica returned the book a few nights later.
“Interesting book,” Monica said. “Very entertaining.”
“Thanks,” John said. “What did you like the most about it?”
“Good question. I guess I like how your grandfather wrote it like a history book. I also liked how Oberon is divided into different countries. You normally don’t see that in science fiction.”
“Yeah. My grandfather had an active imagination.”
“It’s funny. When I was a kid, I’ve convinced myself that my sister and I were from a planet called Oberon. I guess I must have seen this book somewhere and that’s where I came up with the idea.”
“What else did you used to say?”
“About Oberon? Not much. My sister and I came to Earth through a plot hole. I also told people the grass was pink. I had one active imagination.”
John laughed nervously.
“Will you excuse me?” John asked. “I got to make a call. You can watch TV in the meantime.”
John went to his room while Monica flipped through the channels. But she overheard John talking. Monica muted the TV and she listened closely to what John was saying over the phone.
“Y’ ave geoan uni o’ zea gemis,” John said. Translation: “I have found one of the twins.”
Monica couldn’t tell what language John spoke. It almost sounded like French or Spanish.
“Ye nos dems meh da varle zir,” Monica heard John say. “Okay.” Translation: “You don’t want me to tell her. Okay.”
John came out of his room. “Would you like a drink?” he asked.