𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚

Chapter 1

Five years ego

There is absolutely no reason why she has to show us her stupid toy collection again. We all have seen it three times already, but Willow must make it our fourth just so she could feel superior.

But she isn't even able to notice my annoyed expression because all her stuck up friends are acting like it's such a big deal that a new expensive Barbie doll was added to a dusty shelf, ready to not be touched ever again because she randomly decided that "they are for viewing only".

I dragged my feet across the room as Willow pin-points with her finger different dolls that she considered to be more special that the other. But in fact, they were all the same cheap plastic with different pieces of clothing that magically made them more expensive.

As the group of girls and sounds of admiration finally stopped, a question snapped me back to reality.

"So, which one was your favorite, Eve?" An awful cheery voice chirped, as every girl turned their attention to me.

"Uh.." I stammer as my eyes darted unsure in between dolls that looked no different than the others. Finally they landed on a Barbie with a red dress and long blonde hair styled in two braided ponytails. "The one in red. Right next to the one in the pink tracksuit." I responded halfheartedly but kept a smile on, just in case my indifference ruined her birthday.

"Hm, really?" Willow stared right at me, like I was going to suddenly fall to my knees and profusely apologize for my lack of attention.

"That one is also my favorite!" A short girl mindlessly butted in, she was immediately met with a hard glare from Willow due to her unwanted opinion.

But sadly I couldn't care less because I can't stand any of the people here. In fact, I'm only here because my mom's dear friend unbearable daughter's birthday is today and I must have had to tag along.

And lucky for me, a knock followed by a sweet voice came from the bedroom door as it was quietly opened, interrupting whatever rude comment was going to get thrown at the girl, which I discovered was named Zoe.

Standing in the doorway was Willow's mother Penelope, who was wearing a beautiful loose-fitting burgundy dress that made her already young face even more elegant. Such a misfortune to be blessed with such a close minded child.

"Darling dear?" She hums. "Dad has finally arrived and he can't wait to see his little angel on the day she turns twelve years old" The news made her daughter's eyes lighten up in excitement, already imagining the expensive presents he brought home.

Willow darts out the room, followed by her loyal minions. She skipped some stairs on her way down making her bow tied ponytail jump up and down on her head, silently hoping she would fall and break a leg. That would be a sight to be seen.

I also exit the room on my way downstairs, but unlike the others, I took my time on those stairs.

"I'm so glad that you decided to attend the birthday party alongside your mom, Eveline sweetie." A calming voice joined my side as we both descended on the steps. The floral perfume infiltrating my nose and calming my build up annoyance from earlier.

"It's also a pleasure to meet you again ma'am Penelope, the party is truly an interesting one." I smiled as I thought the word boring and tiresome would fit much better. But it wasn't exactly her fault that I was dragged here against my will.

"The party is not even over yet so don't look so under the weather. Actually, I just organized a treasure hunt for all you girls, to bring to life that party spirit."