Soul Sisters

Chapter 1 Preparations

Chapter 1 Preparations 

Sona's P.O.V

I tucked the last daisy into my intricately woven hair, taking a deep breath before spinning myself around to face the small mirror that hung on my pale blue wall. My baby blue sundress had faded over time to a dim white that contrasted against my tanned skin. I smiled because  this was the day. After all, the government did decree 75 as my lucky number.

Today will be my 75 matching gala, and hopefully this will be the last. Most girls went only went a few times, scratch that, all girls only went only once  before they found their future lover

Matches were sorted based on three sections, interests, relations, and genetics. At first my family thought I hadn't been matched because I was too smart, or too pretty, or too advanced for all of the guys out there. But of course, now they doubted that I was any of those.

People had always told me I was stunningly beautiful, but I never really could tell where they were coming from. As I looked now in the mirror I stared at the freckles that dotted my nose and my eye brows that always seemed to look confused.

I sighed and stepped back from the mirror. There was nothing I could do about my face now, I had breakfast to make.

I lightly padded downstairs, trying my best not to wake my practically perfect sister. If I did, she would yell at me for disturbing her oh so important beauty sleep.

As I stepped into our small kitchen, I received only glares. It's not like I was a horrible daughter, I was just, um….disappointing?

"Anything special you want me to make this morning?" I asked politely while looking at my parents bored expressions.

"You know I don’t eat breakfast Sona, the latest issue of the government's magazine said it was bad for the digestion." my mother replied in her calm voice.“They have Pills for that now ‘better for you no chew!’"

"Two pancakes, half a dozen eggs sunny side up, some fresh cut berries, and coffee." my dad said without bothering looking up from his newspaper.

"You know," I hear a nasal voice from across the room, "you should get a new dress, that one is not going to impress your match at all, it is sooooo last season."

Great, Ella's up.

Gosh, sometimes she was so stupid. She knew we had barely enough money as it is. I would love to say that Ella was a roommate of just passing traveller, but no, she was my sister. Which meant I had to spend every, single day with the idiot.

She flipped her perfectly curled platinum blond hair over her shoulder before strutting out of the room. It made me want to gag looking at the proud looks that my parents gave her. No offence, but who could be proud of a witch like her?

I turned on the stove and began to brew some coffee for my dad. I looked into the refrigerator, digging through its contents to find the eggs. I record time I mixed the pancake batter, fried the eggs, cut up the strawberries, mixed together my dad's morning coffee (vanilla latte with extra whipped cream and caramel sauce), flipped the pancakes, washed the silver wear and served it all to my dad on his steaming hot plate.

As my dad was shoving his breakfast into his mouth, a moment of realization hit him.

"Where is my bacon?" He said, his voice as smooth as the blade of a knife.

"W-what?"

"My Bacon, fatty crispy deliciousness, BACON!" uh oh. He was shouting. This wasn't going to end well.

"You never asked for bacon…."

"Are you sassing me? You worthless child. First you bring shame to the family, but now this?"