I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I just hated it when all the attention was centered on me. Especially here. The hall. The people from my school were staring at me out the corner of their eyes. I looked over at my mother, who was sitting up on the stage with all the other leaders and tried to send her mental-distress thought waves. I squeezed shut my eyes. When I opened them my mother was still up on the stage, smiling at everyone and telling them about their great world Myeu's ( it sounds like my-u ) history. Ah, well. I wasn't a thought-projector. I wasn't an anything, really. Taking a deep breath, and hoping no one would notice, I slunk away from the celebration.
As I stepped outside, I was greeted with a friendly, cold gust of wind that blew my long hair around like a dark brown tornado. I smiled and did a twirl. Making sure no one had followed me, I ran over to the place that had been my refuge for years, the place I hid in when I had enough of the judging stares from the other children. Tears stung my eyes as I realized we weren't children anymore, and neither was I. We were having our Winter Ball next week, for teenage couples. 'Oh Syrus, what do you mean you don't want to go?' I mimicked my mother's voice. 'You'll have great fun with your friends'. Yeah right. No matter what my mother said, it was a dance for couples. And a dance for people with friends.
"Did you have fun?" Dad asked when I got home. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Sure." I said. Yeah, because a half-breed like me would enjoy learning the celebration of a world that's meant for Myeuens. I thought. My dad looked at me as if he heard my thought. "No matter what, you are also a Myeuen" he told me. Then he thought for a moment. "Even if you're the first to not be a full blooded Myeuen" he added. I pulled a face. Gee, thanks. That made me feel better, I thought sourly. "I'm going to my room" I mumbled but my dad was more focused on my mother, who had just opened the front door. "Hallo darling, how was it?" He asked her. "It was absolutely wonderful. The Leaders want to do a skill test on most of the teenagers and they think there will be some promises. The students in Syrus' class are very excited about the Winter Ball and..." My mother trailed off. "Where is Syrus? I don't believe I remember seeing her there". My dad looked up at the stairs, but I had already darted up them to my room.
That was close. I thought. The last thing I needed was mum giving me a lecture about being proud of who I was and just because I looked a little bit different to the others that didn't mean they wouldn't like me. My mother was rarely wrong, but she was wrong there. The others didn't like me. And I didn't look just a little bit different. I looked a lot different. How does someone with purple eyes that change colour, dark brown hair, skinny figure, light brown skin and loath of attention not different to the grey eyed, blonde hair, muscly build and crave of attention of your average full-blooded Myeuen? Well not average, I thought , every single one of them.
I didn't look like either of my parents. The only thing I had of my mother was the occasional shade of grey in my eyes. Oh, and I did have the struggle to keep my emotions intact like my father. I looked in the mirror. Purple. At the moment my eyes were purple, their natural colour. I tried to listen to the conversation my parents were having, I sensed- a bonus of being half Feyarie, my dad's side- my dad trying not to let his emotions go out of control and my mother's calm reasoning. Very quickly the conversation ended and footsteps sounded up the staircase. I jumped towards my bed and laid on it, pretending to be asleep. "Syrus? Are you awake?" Dad asked he sat on the bed. "Don't be absurd, of course she is awake. She didn't even attend half of the celebration. Of her world, I might add" my mother said haughtily. I opened her eyes and sat up. Mum stared at me. "Your father thinks it would be good for you to have a temporary vacation at Fey, home of the Feyarie." I blinked. Dad rolled his eyes. "In other words,
my home. Would you like that Syrus?"
After dad's excitement and mum's unemotional talk, my parents went downstairs.
