Kelly is much like other seniors in high school. She sings in the choir, loves her friends and is especially close to her twin brother Kevin. With them being born only seconds apart from each other she recounts the joy of having a twin and agrees that twins have a connection that is nothing like another other relationship. They can finish each other’s sentences, feel the other’s pain and live life really feeling that they are sharing it all with someone else. As Kelly looks into the mirror at her reflection, she tries to see how she could have not known what was about to take place. Just another normal day: Kevin took forever getting in the car to go to school, sang 80’s songs all the way to school, made smart comments as we said goodbye to each other. A normal day…until it wasn’t. When the shooting happened, Kelly ran like everyone else did. She hid in my car waiting for her brother to come and he never did. It wasn’t until she began to walk back into the school that someone tells her that her brother was the shooter. How could she have not known? He wasn’t just her brother, but he was her twin. She continues to ask these questions now, and possibly for the rest of her life.
