I'm not one to care about looks or appearances, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate the way I look. My straight, shoulder length black hair, my small dark eyes enlarged by my glasses, my creepily pale skin.... My appearance perfectly fits my... what does Ember call it again? Aesthetic. My dark but casual aesthetic. I don't focus on my figure much, but my friends say I have an hourglass shape, whatever that means, but they claim that it's hidden by my baggy clothes. I don't care much. The less attention I draw, the better.
My favorite types of clothes to wear? Well, I like comfort in dark colors like blacks and dark purples. I like jeans of any shade but the darker the blue, the better. Sneakers, boots, or anything flat would be my choice of footwear, I will never understand how Ember can just walk in heels all day. Wool cardigans are a must because the spirits make me feel extra chilly.
That's right, the spirits, you probably want to know about that. You see, ever since I was a little girl, I had the ability to communicate and control spirits of the dead and spirits of nature. You can say whatever you want about me, call me a witch or a freak, it doesn't bother me. I love this connection I have. All the women in my family have some form of a psychic connection. My grandmother can see the past, like she can look into your past and see it from a difference perspective (really useful when you've misplaced something), my mother has this connection to animals, she can understand what they're saying which explain why she became a veterinarian in the first place.
Things I hate about myself? I mean, I wish my boobs were smaller, and I maybe would like to be a couple of inches taller but nothing about my looks or personality is disliked. Oh wait, there is one thing I hate, my name. Cordelia. It's too feminine. Girly even. I hate how obvious it is. It stands out from a crowd. It doesn't suit me much. Though, I was named about my great grandma Cordelia the Cunning, who was the first of my family to have a power, though we don't really know what it was or how she obtained it. But other than that, my name is completely disgusting. I'm glad that my friends choose to call me Cori, its more subtle, less out there, it blends it. I can't describe it; it just suits me better.
How did I meet my friends? Well, that story isn'tas interesting as you may think. I met Tabitha first. It was the second grade; Iremember she loved playing near the dirt and smelling the flowers on the otherside of the fence. She was odd compared to the other girls in out grade, I likeodd. Before I could even approach her, she was being picked on by none otherthan Urban Wright. My nemesis since kindergarten. We used to be neighbors andgood friends when we were in diapers, but ever since her father's tech companygrew in sales and stock, she changed. With their newfound fortune, her and herfamily moved away into a bigger house and later invested the money intoproperty building. Her father built a new company to design and construct housesand condos. Their slogan is "We'll provide you with the Wright home", stupidslogan FYI, not to mention recycling his tech company's slogan: "The WrightTech for your every need". How this man stays afloat managing two completelydifferent companies, I will never know. Anyway, that's when her personalitychanged and that's when she and I became enemies.
I hated seeing her picking on people, but in that instance, I felt the need to intervene. I don't remember much about what happened after, but I remember Tabitha talking about the different flowers on the other side of the fence. I remember going over to her place to visit that very weekend. Well, it was her home, but it was on Ember's property. Thankfully, we all became good friends. I was so relieved to see that Ember was NOTHING like Urban. It was refreshing.
That's how I found my best friends. I don't know what I would do without them. They make me feel comfortable. They make me feel complete. I don't ever want to lose them.
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Starfish and Roses
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