My brother Adam and I are twins. We look very similar, and people are always getting us mixed up. Sometimes, our friends can't tell us apart. "Hey Adam" they say to me. "Hey Zak" they say to Adam. I'm going to do something about this, I said to Adam, one day. What are you going to do? he asked. Wait and see...I said. The next day, I went to the hairdresser. I'd like to charge my hair colour, I said. Sure, said the hairdresser. He helped me pick a colour. Then, he put the dye on my hair. It took a long time to set. When I walked out of the hairdresser, my hair was red instead of blond. There was no way people would mix up Adam and me now. I couldn't wait for people to see how different I looked.
Back home, the first person I saw was my sister Abby. She laughed and laughed. What's so funny? I asked. You'll have to wait and see! laughed Abby. The next person I saw was mum. Her mouth fell open. Why do you look so surprised? I asked. I don't look that different, do I? Mum smiled. Wait and see...said Dad was home from work and I passed him in the hallway. He dropped his bag. What's going on? I asked. Why is everyone so surprised? Wait until dinner time, said Dad, and then you'll see. I went to my room and wondered what was going on. Why was it such a big deal that I dyed my hair? Kids called Mum. Dinner time! I walked down the hall. I wondered what Adam would think when he saw me. I hoped he wouldn't be mad. Everyone was at the dinner table. I started at Adam. He start at me. His hair was the same colour as mine! I decided I wanted to look different, too, said Adam. So, I went to the hairdresser. So did I, I said. We always have the same ideas, so I wasn't too surprised. Everyone started to laugh. I thought you might be mad at me, said Adam. Me, too I said. I guess we can't be mad at each other when we've done the same thing, can we? Great minds think alike, said Dad. What are you boys going to do? Adam and I looked at each other. I have an idea, said Abby. How about if I dye one of you back to blond? Great idea! Adam said. I nodded. I'll go back to blond, I said. No, I want to go back to blond, said Adam. Hey, no arguing, said Dad. I'll toss a coin. Adam chose heads, and I chose tails. Adam won. Abby dyed Adam's hair back to blond. She put some gel in my hair instead. I looked like a hedgehog, but I liked it. These days at school, the kids don't call us Adam and Zak. They call Adam "blondie". And me? I'm called "Spike