There she goes.
The blonde haired demon with the toxic lips.
Strutting around like she owns the place, her icy pale skin seeming to glow in the low light. Her eyes covered by dark glasses.
Always covered by those sunglasses.
An illness. That's what her parents said. They told the teachers that it was an illness, she must keep her eyes covered at all times because her pupils were so sensitive that in direct sunlight she may turn blind.
It's not true.
That much I remember about her, at least.
She wasn't such a demon then.
Infact, now that I think about it... When did she become a demon in my eyes?
A demon, devil, witch, banshee, The Queen of Hearts of the school. 'Off with their heads' with a stare, a flick of a hand.
I see no such behaviour in her.
Never have.
So why? I have asked myself before, and surely I will ask myself again.
A demon...
Not in personality, anyway. Never.
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Our parents were friends before we were even born. Since they were children.
So, naturally, we became close at a very young age, Solbi and I.
They named us together, as though we were twins. Was it coincidence to be born on the same day? Or planned?
We were together every hour of the day. We watched the same things, liked the same things, even our thought patterns were similar.
Gender was not a matter between us.
She thought like a boy, and I thought like a girl. Our positions, in mind, were swapped completely.
I enjoyed life then. A life where I laughed at anything, played and acted without being judged.
What colour were her eyes then? Were they blue like mine? Was her hair colour ever copper? Was there a time when we looked the same? Wore the same clothes?
Thinking about it, the latter seems so stupid, embarrassing. If we were to wear the same clothes, I know that I would have been wearing clothes like hers, rather than vice versa.
I was always a girl in essence.
I'm a good actor.
I hate change. I loath change, despise change.
The change of no school, to nursery. Nursery to Infants. Infants to Juniors.
Juniors to Highschool.
Especially that one.
I didn't especially hate primary school. I could be with Solbi all the time still, passing notes down the joined tables. From me at the head of the table, to her at the foot. I think that's when it started.
We watched too much TV. Too many soaps, and too many fantasy films. So many programs with such dramatic romance, it all goes to your head, if you aren't careful. I was so small, I never thought about it then.
It was a bit of fun. Valentine's day. I made a card at home, blue paper, for Solbi would not like pink no matter how much I wanted to use it. I glued sequins onto the paper, making a terribly messy picture of her, glue splashing across the sheet and onto the clean white carpets of my home.
