I’m just a girl, nothing special

by zephyr deity

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Chapter One:

Civilization, or so I thought

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Erys’ POV

“I cannot believe this!” a familiar blonde girl screeched as she approached our usual lunch table, her mouth slightly ajar. I dropped the hardbound book I was holding and fixed my eyes on the blonde who just happens to be my very best friend, Winter Scott. Some would say she had the stereotypical looks of a bimbo: blonde, blue-eyed and curvaceous, she looked as if she was the type to go on a hunger strike just to fit into something people would call sexy and yet here she was, inching closer to the table carrying a lunch tray stacked high with junk food and beside it was a can of Coke.

“Look at you!” she shrieked. I controlled the urge to say the same thing to her.

“Uh – what’s wrong with how I look?” What’s there to inspire me to look good anyway? St. Valentine’s is full of snobby rich girls whose opinion I couldn’t care less about. I have nothing against my schoolmates being rich because technically I am too it’s just that they’re so evil. They’re all like little demons hovering about waiting to ruin my life at any given opportunity. They don’t try to attack me or anything they just don’t get why I think that my life is like everyone else’s when I myself know it’s not so I’m usually the object of their gossip – apart from Hollywood celebrities. It’s just that I try not to make a big deal about being rich and believe it or not Winter Scott is the only person in our school who does the same. The difference is that she’s a social butterfly and I’m simply not.

“It’s not how you look, I mean you look absolutely cute and all that stuff in our rotten uniform but–”

“But what?” I asked.

Winter flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and took her seat across from me. “It’s just that it’s the last day of our sophomore year, shouldn’t you be doing something else besides burying your face in this – this – book!” she said, clearly emphasizing her disgust towards the word “book”.

“It’s Greek Mythology, you know how much I’m into it. Besides, I was just going over something, particularly the Trojan War. Okay?”

“Okay.” her voice was calm now. I wasn’t actually going over the Trojan War but I knew that the whole Trojan War would get to her. She loves that story and she watches the forsaken movie Troy weekly, consider it as one of her rituals. “Just promise me you’ll at least try to have fun at the party tonight.”

There’s that stupid word again. “Whatever.” I replied grimly, not even trying to hide my absolute disgust towards the party. I didn’t want to go to the party. I just agreed because Winter forced me saying that her sole purpose for this party was to enjoy it with her best friend, she even threw in some stupid things that could only happen in those soap operas she watches like, “what if this is the last year we’ll spend together” and “what if you transfer to some other school or what if I transfer to some other school”. But I see right through her alibis. I bet it’s really one of those ploys to hook me up.

“Don’t use that tone with me Deity Erysses Prestige-Renaldi.” Winter said sternly, eyes squinting.

“Yes, mother.” I joked and instantly a glare was sent my way. “Kidding, of course.”

“Erys?”

“Yup?” Mentally slapping my head for even asking, I knew what was coming up and I don’t like it.

“Can you retell that story about the Golden Apple, you know, the one with Paris and Helen?” Winter asked sweetly. Why is she even asking me to do this silly task? She knows that story by heart and she knows it, she just enjoys the way I tell the story in a well-detailed way. And just when I thought I could wipe that image of her being totally awestruck by Paris and Helen’s story…to her it’s not actually just a story, what she thinks is worse, she thinks it’s a mushy little love story.

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“Please, Erys. Tell me you’re not wearing jeans to the party.” Winter pleaded over the phone, she was sick of me wearing jeans all the time and she made sure I knew it.

“Actually I wasn’t, but now that you mentioned it – ”

“Erysses!” Winter yelled. “You know, one day I’m so gonna make you pay for all the times you make me suffer.” Hmm…that would earn Winter an estimated income of a gazillion peso.

After I hung up the phone, I ventured toward my wardrobe. The party isn’t until 3 hours but I knew better than to rush things…usually simply picking what to wear takes me an hour.

“Senora Erysses,” Rita, our Spanish maid’s voice sounded crystal clear even behind my bedroom door. “Your mother wants to speak to you. She’s waiting for you in their room.”

“I’ll be right there,” I replied. I walked out of my room and into the wide hallway, which smelled of lavender – exactly like the smell of the actual flowers that seated on my bedroom’s balcony. My mom loves lavenders. I twisted the silver knob of my parent’s bedroom and was greeted by the smell of –something, or is it nothing? The smell was refreshing yet simple, as if I was suddenly hurled into the province. That kind of odor was extinct here in Manila where pollution is abundant. I call it the smell of the metropolis seeing as how Manila is the capital of our country – Philippines. Anyway, the room was completely white. Everything from the curtains to the bed sheets was of the color white. It was actually very soothing to the eyes.

“Come over here Deity,” Again with the Deity, mom loves calling me – and my brother – by first name, which in my case is Deity. It’s supposed to mean “divine person” or in a more understandable term, goddess. I’ve gone through the word several times upon reading books on Greek Mythology and apparently, my mom was obsessed on Greek Mythology too. Lucky me.

“Hi, mom.” mom leaned over and kissed me on the forehead as if to say “hi” back.

“Eryc is coming to visit, his year finished off this afternoon and he boarded his plane about two hours ago. He’ll be knocking at our doorstep any minute now.”

“So you mean?” I asked suggestively with a twinkle of hope in my eyes.

“Yes, I’m sorry but you’ll have to stay home tonight. Tell Winter I’m terribly sorry.”

I was already out the door when I yelled out, “I’ll tell her.”

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Winter felt bad that I couldn’t come to the party, she felt even worse because she wanted to see my brother too, the thought of a male version of me seemed to arouse her, and so I told her she’d have a chance tomorrow.

A second after I hung up the phone, I heard a knock on the door. I told Rita I’d get it and quickly lunged to the door.

A boy, my age was at the door. His indigo eyes were at my eye level seeing as how we were of the same height. His raven hair looked like it had not been combed and yet it still looked okay. Stray strands overlapped his brow as he ran his fingers over his hair. And you know what, I couldn’t believe that my eyes and my hair could look acceptable but seeing it on my brother just made me wonder if the same indigo eyes and raven hair was of my possession too seeing as how we were supposed to look similar. He is my twin brother after all.

“Hi, Erys…or should I say Deity?” he teased. Suddenly it all came back to me. No matter how extremely good he might look, he’s still utterly annoying. Yup, this was definitely my brother.

“Care to repeat that, Adrian?” I snapped and he instantly shut up and plastered his trademark shut-the-hell-up-or-I’ll-punch-you glare on his face.

He returned his face to it’s normal – or should I say abnormal – stage and he locked my eyes with his in a challenging stare. Then, he simply said, “Let’s just see who’ll be laughing before this night is over.”

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A/N: So? Did you like it? Please review. And just so you know, the story is set in my very own country – the Philippines – so things might be just a teeny bit different. Buh-bye!