Mix Girl

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Prologue

Hercules Inc.

That is the company that owns everything on Earth.

My family owns that company.

My dad runs the company.

To be a Hercules means to be a survivor, because we're the only family that has the means to eat every night.

Everyone else in the other states don't have the luxury to eat every night.

They also don't have the luxury to own a mansion on their very own private island, but really it's more for the safety of my family.

People are jealous of what we have, which is why three generations ago my great grandfather bought the island. So now that we're secluded, we're also safe.

On this island, everyone in my family lives here. I mean everyone, extended family included. Sometimes this doesn't feel like home, sometimes this feels like a mini society. Which it is, we do have a system.

As part of the main family, I'm practically royalty. Everyone in the mansion knows me, even if I don't know them. Also, everyone else in the main family are the celebrities, so any gossip going through the mansion usually revolves around my brother and sisters.

For example, the eldest daughter, my big sister, she's already been given the title of executive CEO. Meaning she's next in line to run Hercules Inc. Which is a huge honor.

Or that, my older brother has just reached puberty, which means that they'll be selecting a bride for him soon. Everybody is wondering who will be a candidate. To be a candidate, she can't be so close to the bloodline that it would be weird. However, she must be a part of this household.

Then there's my mom who runs the cooking show, as far as I know she's never had to deal with bad publicity.

Unlike my twin sister. Its not like she's a bad person. She's really nice, but that's the problem. She's too nice, and because of that hardly anyone can stand her presence. Yet she's too nice to even notice, its like a superpower.

Then there's me, the other twin. There's nothing about me that's really interesting other than the fact that I actually share the same genes as my twin.

I'm kinda just here . . .

"Emily! Sweetie, it's time to wake up." The monitor that I know held my mother's face, spoke, "Today is Lucy's correlation, which means we have a big day ahead of us!" My moms overly chippy voice continued.

I toss and turn in my bed, not wanting to leave my Egyptian silk sheets that are like clouds in a blanket.

"Can't I not go." I muffle into my pillow.

"No darling, she's your biggest sister. Can't you support her. Plus, I have a chore for you." She chided.

"Ask the maids, I wanna stay in bed." I slurred, still drunk on sleep.

"Em, take Joaquin with you, that might cheer your mood."

"Joaquins always busy." I mumble with my face still planted on my pillow.

"He's not today, now get out of bed and look for your brother." She said before ending the transmission.

I let out a deep sigh before finally getting up.

I'm not really a princess, because apparently I have chores . . .or a chore to complete.

Why can't life be more exciting? It feels like anything that could've happened has happened, and I'm in a mileneal that's been there and done that.