"All my friends think having a twin is beautiful. And I have been a twin, for as long as i can remember. But, I.. have always done my things alone. Though it does make sense for some people, it never really made any sense in my head."
She wrote on the journal page stamped with date 2nd September.
"Are you good to go..?"
Dad asked me like a radio record that plays every morning, never expecting a reply.
I nodded an automated 'yes', to myself, because no one cared anyway.
Atleast my sister didn't. All she ever did was sitting on the couch staring at the low, calm tides kissing the bank covered in sugar sand with a crochet hook in her right hand which she holds like a murderer holding a knife and a ball of thick, funky yarn in the left hand which seemed endless to me.
"So you did watch the Gintama, right..?"
She asked Ryle, first thing upon entering the class, getting a little high.
"Sorry Jen.. You know.. We've a lot of work and projects.. I promise I'll watch it today.."
He apologised unapologetically.
"Never mind.. I didn't expect you.. to watch it anyway.. But, for your information, One Piece is really beautiful.. I know you don't understand.. But still.. It's beautiful.."
She started losing words for some unknown triggers.
"But it's useless, Jen.. Have you submitted your homework and worksheet.."
Homeroom teacher Miss Irene looked me in eyes and asked. I nodded 'yes', again, to myself. Because she did knew I would've already submitted, for I've always been a model student.
"You'd better start some useful hobbies with that brain of yours rather than wasting it on stupid tv shows.."
She side eyed at me while collecting worksheets from students.
Later that day she called me to the staff room,
"Look Jen, you're really something, you should start preparing for college entrance so that we can make sure you get into somewhere that can contain that brain of yours.. Here's some academy recommendations.."
She patted her shoulder looking at my grade card.
"But.."
"You're meant to do great things.. Kid.."
"I'm only 14.. You know.. I'm just a kid."
I was on the brink of a cry, but as usual, no one cared..
"Yeah.. It's for your future.. I'm sure your future self will thank you.."
"But mam, what if there is no such thing..?"
"What thing..?"
She asked, confused.
"Future.." I said, affirmed. Just with my normal unchanged expression making myself look like I'm at a funeral, my own funeral...
"Are you sick.. Jen.. Are you okay..?"
"I guess.. But you know how they've confirmed it's gonna be the end of the world in December 2012.."
"Oh good lord.. Child.. You should focus more on credible and scientific facts rather than such bullsh.. Sorry.. I shouldn't have said that.. You should work towards your dream anyway.."
"I don't have a dream.."
"Yeah.. I know, so you've to go to a university that can give an unlimited potential for growth and help you decide.."
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EMPTY ELEGANCE
Teen Fiction'Empty Elegance, is a work of Forever_Melancholy where the narrative dances along the ethereal threads of beauty, casting a spellbinding veil over the seemingly ornate yet purposeless. Like blind eyes lost in the allure of splendor, the story unfold...
