Saving Persephone

Chapter 2

I did go to all of the rest of the lessons for that day, which included maths which I find physically repulsing and I don't ever know why I picked it; English and Business studies. I avoided talking to anyone too much that day, one because I was still recovering from the night before, and two because I didn't want to. Things were so different then to what they were a year before. All throughout high school, my twin Cami and I were so close, we were joined at the hip, did everything together. We had the exact same group of friends, enjoyed all the same lessons, dressed the same, we even shared boyfriends!

When Cami left all our friends assumed everything would be the same, just no Cami and don't get me wrong, I tried. Whenever I hung around with them though, it just reminded me of all the memories I had with my twin that were now shattered. They still tried to talk to me but it wasn't the same.

"Sephy, stop!" A voice I recognized shouted from behind me. I turned around to see mine and my sisters old best friend stood there. She smiled sweetly at me, her long dirty blonde hair all over her face because of the rain. She was tiny, always known as the cute one in the group, she couldn't have been taller than 5ft 3. Her eyes are what got all the guys though, she had massive, sexy blue eyes that she just fluttered to get whatever she wanted. I, however, didn't have time for her, she reminded me of Cami.

"How can I help you, Lucy?" I asked as politely as I could.

"I was just wondering how you were."

"I'm fine, same as last time you asked."

"I miss you."

"I miss you guys too, we'll have to catch up soon." I lied.

"I was thinking the same thing." She smiled at me. "How's your mum doing?"

I didn't understand why she was asking me that or why she cared. I'd love to have told her but I hadn't seen my mum in two weeks so her guess was as good as mine.

"Fine, I'm sure." I lied again. Why was she asking me? I frowned at her, not really caring whether that offended her or not.

"Have you not spoke to her today?" She quizzed. Now I was getting really creeped out and I was about two seconds away from telling her.

"Should I have?" I asked.

"No, no, I've got to go. We'll chat tomorrow, see you!" She smiled and scurried off.

What was all that about? It puzzled me the whole way home. Why would she want to know how my mum was or if I'd spoke to her?

When I got home I had a voicemail from my mum saying she'd be home that night. Ooh, that nosey cow Lucy would be glad to hear! It was always good whenever mum came home because I actually felt part of a family again, it just didn't happen very often.

I cleaned up as quickly as I could, not wanting my mum to know what I was getting up to when she was gone. I did however, take note that the little prom queen failed to clean up her vomit. I cursed her as I scrubbed it off my once snow white, not musty coloured carpet, promising myself the next person would be forced to clean it up there and then.

When my mother I arrived she looked absolutely gorgeous. Tanned, happy and full of hugs, I didn't mind one bit. I couldn't remember the last time someone had actually hugged me, it felt nice.

My mum was the most glamorous woman I knew, she always had the latest fashion on and the most perfectly blow dried, pristine hair. I admired her leather pencil skirt and expensive cream chiffon blouse - she looked like the picture of beauty and not a day over 30 ever at 39.

"We're going to go out for dinner my lovely." She smiled once she'd carefully placed her Chanel travel bag down. I took note of the small bag, knowing she wouldn't be home for long.