Infinite Dimensions -The Discovery

CHAPTER 3: Sylvia Monette

Have you ever wanted something so bad that you will go at any lengths to have it? Material things, opportunities, facts, chances… have you ever wanted something that bad but there is just too many hindrances that keeps you from getting it? Well I for one, have felt that. Until now, I’m obsessed in looking for a way to reach my parallel self. It just fascinates me that much—the thought of interacting with someone you’re familiar with; someone you know more than anybody else; someone with perfect features the same as you; someone you absolutely trust; someone like YOURSELF. And what if your parallel self is absolutely your opposite… imagine how you can influence your other self!

I sound crazy, don’t I? Well, I don’t actually expose myself that much that I’m obsessed with the subject. The only people, who understand me, or rather let me be; are my family and my best friends, Sophia, David, Sunny and Patrick.

Going back to late introductions, I am the firstborn of Monette and Chris Philipps. I have a younger brother. He is Damian and he’s 13. My dad died of aneurism when I was 6 and when my brother was 3. My mom had a hard time coping but I see her moving on after the years.

 My brother and I are extremely close. He is my partner-in-crime and even my small “knight in shining armor”. Although he’s a teenager now and he has his “own life”, we still manage to make pranks together and share stories or even just spend time together. My brother’s first inspiration was me and my mom. We’re his top supporters when he finishes at the top of his class because he wants to follow the family’s legacy. I also am an honor student and so is my mom before. We always finish at the top of our class ever since first grade and my dear brother really lives to uphold our honor. I’m so proud of him. Well, if he’s not smart, I won’t consider him my brother.

I have some kind of pride, right?

My mom is a doctor; an oncologist and my dad was an accountant. I guess that’s where we got our good brain cells from. I can’t say that there were no problems; we’re a broken family and there isn’t a perfect family anyway so, I can say we’re holding up well.

My best friend, Sophia and Sunny, are the most light-hearted people I have ever met. David is much like me, smart and school-oriented but has the side of extreme laziness. And Patrick is a large teenage boy that is extremely gentle and kind. I guess that’s what makes us such good friends. I, a serious and study-driven person, when paired with the characteristics of my friends will result to good influence for all.

We have had dark times of course, as any best friends go through. Whenever Sophia has a boyfriend, we just get left behind. That’s alright for us but after every break-up she has gone through, we just feel sorry for her and sometimes irritated on how she was stupid enough to fall for worthless guys. We just have to protect her but she never listens.

 I have had experiences like that before. I tried my hardest to be a loyal and loving girlfriend. But I’ve been hurt and played with many of times and I just found my voice to stop falling for assholes anymore. I didn’t deserve to be played at again. Fortunately, I learned better and focused on my studies instead of what they called “love”. For me it’s just a term for teenage boys to have someone to cuddle, use and fool when they have spare time. And there’s a greater world out there, even parallel universes in fact. Puppy love is only an illusion of a perfect world for stupid teens.

 My best friends understand. They sometimes get irritated on how bitter I am about “love” but seeing that it’s pointless in talking me out of it, they have no choice but to accept.

So, as I have narrated, I am a family-oriented person, a caring sister, a good friend, a tenacious and smart student and a bitter, prideful teenage girl. Yeah, typical…

Now after not listening to us again, as if we’re surprised about that, Sophia has vowed to have found her soul mate after being single for two years. We just let her be, knowing what will happen. But it never did happen. They never broke up. Still, happy endings suck for me. Something bad will happen, I’m counting on it.

And something bad did happen! Sophia and her boyfriend turned out great. Sunny and David turned out to be couples after realizing their mutual feelings for each other. And Patrick, my dear, dear Patrick is waiting for his “soul mate” that is studying abroad.

Why is it bad, you say?

I, who is a great hater of love; like a grinch on Christmas, is being left behind by my beloved best friends following the act I despised the most; LOVE. I believe it’s my fault. They believe that life’s too short to linger around being obsessed with a subject in school. They believe that a person must, at any time of his life, find the other person meant for her/him. And because of my explanations about how our universe can be destroyed and disrupted at any given moment, there is no time to lose. They believe they have found each other all this time and I am missing out a big part of my life. As if I care! Corny love stories will always end badly. I’m too prideful to break my vow of not having a boyfriend until I meet him; the one.

It’s pointless anyway. If he ever comes, I’ll just never know it was him because of the absolute bitterness I have. I may end up living alone but knowing that I never failed in class and I have a successful life beats the fact that I never found love.

It absolutely irritates me to see them; Th-those irritating couples. The only perfect couple for me are my mom and dad that even though my mom is too prideful, she found the perfect guy for her; a guy who would accept her but at the same time had the ability to lower down my mom’s pride.

Yes, our family has a prideful attitude in our blood. But we turned out great! You don’t need love to live anyway!

Oh, sorry, I got carried away.

Self-control. Self-control.

Yes, I have it all figured out. I plan to be a cosmologist. I want to study the universe. I want to understand the great perfection out there. I’ll be the next greatest cosmologist who will find out more theories and discoveries about what’s in our midst. I am great at school and my mom is proud of me. I have an amazing brother and even though my best friends are absolutely irritating me, they’re still perfect for me and I’m thankful to have them.

I sometimes think I’m just a lonely and hurt girl. I cannot find anything to focus on because I have it all so I chose the subject that most fascinates me. Then I’m too lonely that I am irritated at happy people but I’m too prideful to open up my heart again.

This confusion is endless! I wonder how my parallel is holding up.

Do you think she got it more figured out than I do? I want to know.