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: : Hymn OL : : Great minds think alike! Lol, I DID read one of your stories but I didn't have time for the other ones, since I was late for school. *grimaces* I will get to them, I promise. -The 'A' tattoo plays a big part later in the story. So for now, you'll have to wait and go along with it. Thanks again!
: : TabbycatHyperChick : : Don't die on me yet! I didn't have time to thank you! Lol. So this is my next chapter, but I'm sorry it's a bit short. I got the dreaded writer's block. This chapter might seem forced too, 'cause I had to struggle through it. Again, I'm just gonna tell you the 'A' plays a big part in the plot. Keep reading! Thanks again!
: : worthless : : *blushes* Thank you! I'm writing more, don't worry. Thanks again!
And to all the rest of you... THANKS AGAIN! (You knew I was gonna say that, huh?)
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-Emily's POV-
It was lunchtime. Brianna Johansson flicked her hair back as she continued to gossip with her girlfriends. Her boyfriend, Ben, had his arm draped around her shoulders. I watched her from the corner of my eye. How did she do it? HOW did she turn into a popular, poised, perfect being desired by all males with a living pulse? Was it nature or nurture? Because if it was nature, I sure should've gotten some of it. Come to think of it, if it was nurture, I'm sure my parents would've shared some with me as well. I was her goddamn sister, so maybe I could get a break?
Then again, Mom and Dad saved the crappy genes for me. Want me to prove it? Let's see. I have mousy brown hair, boring hazel eyes, and huge feet. Brianna is a full-blown blonde with blue eyes and luscious lips, PLUS curves that make her look like a hooker. A very sexy hooker. Not a chance they would spare another glance at me after I came screaming into the world. Not with the goddess sharing my house, my attention, my LIFE.
Brianna might be my little sister, but only in name. She should have been an only-child. Her totally annoying and spoiled attitude towards me, the ELDER sister, suits the description for one of those lucky only- children.
A voice reminded me in my head that I've never been wanted. That's their reason. The reason why Mom or Dad doesn't care about me. The reason why Brianna doesn't care about me.
"True, true," I said under my breath. "I'm here because my parents forgot the condom. They THOUGHT they were safe. Nonetheless, they found out I was... created a while after and were too softhearted to have an abortion. 'I'm here Mom and Dad! But nobody cares!'"
From the moment the nurse wrapped me around with a blanket, I became invisible. I knew that from the beginning, I guess. Denial is never the right way, Emily.
I pushed the straw in my juice box up and down, staring at Brianna under lidded eyes. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I HATE her.
I really hate you, Brianna.
"Yoohoo. Anyone there?" Spence plunked down on the seat next to me and examined my lunch. I ignored him.
"Emily. Hello? Emily?"
"What?" I snapped irritably.
"Christ, don't bite my head off. I just wanted to drop by and say hi. Ooh. That rhymed. And I thought I couldn't rhyme to save my life."
I shook my head and turned to look at him. Spence used to be a jock, but he did something that made him an outsider to the social gang. I still don't know what it is. He befriended me yesterday on first day of school after I tripped on his shoelaces. I thought tripping on my own big feet was bad enough, but on his $300 Nikes? Luckily, he was nice about it and we've liked each other ever since.
His grey eyes posed a question.
"Why the hell are you looking at me like that? You're scaring me." He shifted in his seat.
I laughed and mussed up his spiked blond hair. "You're cute when you're confused."
He cracked a grin and flexed his muscles. "Are you sure I'm not cute like this? I always think I'm adorable when I look all macho-manly."
I just smiled at him. Thank you, I thought. Thank you for seeing me, Spencer.
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She was confused, out of it. While Stephanie and Jessica rattled on and on about how "like, the sale at Banana Republic was like, such a rip off", Brianna was lost in some foggy little world in the back of her head. She couldn't feel the weight of Ben's arm on her shoulders. She couldn't feel herself move the fork she was holding to her mouth. Yet Brianna still acted like she knew what was happening. She even added a few comments to the conversation once in a while. But she didn't know what she was saying. She acted without thinking. Brianna was lost, and she couldn't find her way back.
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Mr. H sat alone on the staff table. He was an island in the middle of the animated ocean of faces. The loneliness killed him sometimes. He stirred his now-cooling chicken soup and sighed. His wife left him a few weeks ago, and it made the ache that much sharper.
Marina loved him in the beginning of the marriage, but it cooled off for her. Mr. H would always love her, even if she turned her back on him.
Now, he didn't even have a son or a daughter to remember her by. Just memories.
He smiled wistfully as he thought of the time Marina told him to go on a diet. He dared her to go on the diet at the same time with him. She had agreed, and for that week, they forced themselves and each other to keep off of chips, ice cream, and buffets.
His grip tightened on the spoon. Look at me now, Marina. Just chicken soup and a bottle of water for lunch. Aren't you proud of me?
His throat closed. The soup he had just downed seemed to burn and sizzle his tongue. Marina... Why did you do it? Why? It hurts, Marina.
Marina...
He turned his attention to another matter.
Brianna Johansson.
He winced as he thought of the other day. He wasn't fuming anymore, but that girl had better watch her step.
Yet Miss Johansson caught his eye.
Mr. H loved classifying things, since he had once been a Science teacher, and if he had to classify Brianna... she was in her own species, own class, all to herself. Like a mutated form of a normal person.
On one hand, she was one of the popular girls- and actually got into the cool clique in one day. That was a record for anyone in this school.
On the other hand, she didn't seem to try. Brianna looked like all she wanted was to sit in the back and talk to herself. And still, everyone loved her. Mr. H frowned. Brianna had been successful in attracting everyone's attention, but she wasn't satisfied. He knew she wasn't satisfied. Watching her next move would definitely be entertaining. She was on the top of the ladder, and there was nowhere else for her to go.
The lunch bell rang. He had her next, huh? She had History class during 5th period. He grunted. All the better. More time to study this fascinating creature.
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A/N: Now that wasn't my best chapter, and I'm not proud of it. A pessimistic viewpoint always gets me through life. =D How did you like it anyway? Good? Bad? Bloody awful? Tell me what you think! Again, I won't update until I get at least one review!
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