✗ | 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘, larissa weems

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𝐓𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

i sat silently between my parents, positioned opposite principal weems' desk, a nervous wreck. my legs trembled anxiously, my right eyebrow twitching up and down, a regular expression of mine.

my hands were placed together elegantly on my lap, an attempt to conceal the nervous energy coursing through me.

parents' weekend, the day i had been dreading, had finally arrived. i was covered in the most uncomfortable corset known to womankind, a stunning emerald green piece, off the shoulder, exposing my delicate collarbones.

the dress itself was elegant, with a long, flowing skirt that was undeniably beautiful, yet somehow not reflective of my usual style.

my ginger hair cascaded down past my shoulders, with a subtle wave adding to its natural pattern.

"mr. and mrs. cordelia, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you both," larissa smiled warmly, genuine excitement reflected in her expression.

however, i couldn't help but notice the subtle glances she cast at my attire, something i had anticipated.

"the pleasure is all ours, principal weems. i must say, we enjoyed our trip here from greece," my mother spoke in her usual sweet, delicate tone of voice.

"greece?" larissa's eyes lit up. "twyla, you didn't tell me you were from greece," weems' eyes fell onto mine.

her face seemed so happy, full of energy to talk to my parents and learn about my heritage. if only she knew how dark and twisted it truly was.

"our kind descended from greece many centuries ago. around eighty percent of our kind live on the island of kefalonia, which is why you don't see many nymphs or pixies around here often," my father jumped in before i could even utter a word.

principal weems' eyes landed on mine, shooting me a certain look that acknowledged my father's rudeness.

i felt my mother's fingertips tap my upper back between my shoulder blades, forcing my posture to straighten. my jaw clenched as i immediately complied, straightening my spine.

larissa caught what my mother was doing but brushed it off. i sensed the tension in the room growing, as if my parents were waiting for weems to tell them all the terrible things i had done lately.

"that explains why twyla here is the only nymph in nevermore," larissa informed my parents with a graceful smile.

"my apologies for being so upfront, but we would really like to discuss twilight's behavior, her grades, attendance, etcetera..." my mother addressed larissa with a list of subjects, maintaining a gentle tone to avoid sounding rude.

"oh, of course. i'll pull up her notes for you..." weems immediately complied with my mother's request, her fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard, creating a blur.

"is there anything you would like to tell us before your principal does, twilight?" my father's cold tone sent shivers down my spine.

i didn't turn my head to acknowledge him; i simply stared forward at principal weems' desk, slightly shaking my head.

"no, sir," i replied to my father, my eyes flickering down.

in the corner of my eyes, i noticed larissa's head snap in my direction the moment i spoke, as if she hadn't expected those words to leave my lips.

"obviously, you're aware of the night twyla left nevermore..." larissa's voice seemed cautious, as if she didn't want to remind them of the incident but unfortunately was legally obligated to.