I swiftly opened the cafeteria doors; that conversation had been the most annoying one in my life. Talking to Mirabel even beats having a conversation with Narcissus I thought to myself while searching the crowd for a specific person, it was the first time I'd done that at this school.
I smiled a little thinking of Narcissus now that is one thing the human historians got right, well to be fair not completely right; he didn't turn into a lily at the banks of a river, nor did he torture himself for the very wrong love he felt towards his reflection.
Not that any of these theories seem all that unlikely; of course my dear cousin narcissus would never hurt that delicious body of his, but he was very much in love with his own reflection, and as far as I know he still is - well he was when I left a thousand years ago.
I couldn't help but to smile when I thought of him; he really was a very entertaining and lovable man as long as there, of course, were no mirrors in sight.
Sadness swept through me remembering our days together in Olympia, quite the attractive pair him and me.
Too bad for both him and me that he 'was playing for the other team'. It would've spared him a lot of trouble if he could've just fallen for me like every other guy there. '
Mirabel; this schools plastic queen-bee actually beats that narcissistic cousin of mine - (oh yea, you guessed it; it's an actual expression now - another ego-booster, just what he needed *note sarcasm*)
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As she walked towards me; her finger lifted in that annoying way I couldn't help but to turn around to make sure it really as me she was aiming for. Somehow I couldn't quite tear my eyes from that finger; it just got to me, that little gesture had been enough to make me feel disgusted of her the first time I'd ever laid eyes on her.
She reached me in a matter of seconds; that toe-crumblingly annoying finger pointing right between my eyes.
"You're ugly!" she shrieked at me, her eyes glistening nastily as she said what to me seemed like an obvious statement and for the billionth time she stated it.
"Uh?" I said, not quite sure where she was going with that.
"You heard me supper!" Wow it's not 'meal' anymore, it thought, now its supper? Witty!
"You're ugly! I just don't get it." She said clearly very annoyed of something, and her being annoyed made me curious.
"What is it you don't get now Mirabel?" I asked my voice once again transforming into that mockingly innocent and ironic tone I knew she wouldn't notice.
"It must be annoying being that confused all the time, it sure is good that you have some smart friends to clear things up for you!" I continued, now my voice was dry, I actually was in kind of a hurry to get to lunch for once.
"What in God's name does he want with such an ugly thing as you when he can have me - a queen?" She just said, clearly not noticing the joke I'd just made on her behalf.
A light turned on inside my head, oh so that's what she wants to know I thought as a smile spread across my face.
I looked her up and down trying to decide what to answer; she looked very good for a human, very artificial but like one of the women I'd learned that men couldn't resist.
Her very platinum blonde hair was rounded towards her neck at her shoulders in a bob; she had icy blue eyes, a very small straight nose, big cleavage and a very small waist.
Her clothes practically weren't there; she wore a very tight pair of undersized shorts, and a fairly big unbuttoned baby pink shirt, which she had tied in a knot just above her bellybutton-ring, and the heals on her shoes were a story for themselves.
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