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Chapter One:
"My dear, I do wish you would stop dancing," A silky voice murmurs from behind me. It took shelter in a small alleyway, hidden from the rain and any light that seems worthy enough to penetrate the dense cloud cover above. A burning cigarette sat clenched between his teeth as his plump, rosy lips twisted to find more to say about me.
Percy never condoned my rain dancing; he said the idea of it was somewhat capricious, as I moved to a song that no one but me could hear. Strangely enough, it was typical for his train of thought to venture into the dark areas of even the brightest of days. He was what I liked to call a pessimist, or more scientifically, a downer.
I was eight when I decided that I would stop trying to understand him. After all, his mind was so complex yet annoyingly sane at times, it could turn into dull fun at the speed of light. I preferred to think about more exciting things.
Though Percy often enjoys his dark attitude, he believes it offers balance to my preposterous behavior, which I have yet to come to terms with. I am as normal as the next person; I just happen to have a different definition of the word. Which is yet again something no one but my brother ever seems to comprehend. Weird how I was born the same day as a human that refused to dance in the rain.
When we were young, our nanny referred to us as two sides of the same coin, as we were complete opposites yet wholly the same. Of course, whenever my mother heard this, she would try to contain her laughter. Though not in a playful manner, only to keep her sip of wine from spilling out of her red painted lips.
When she would gain back her composure, she would just say what a strange coin we were. Most of the time her words didn't hurt much, but as she sat there at the kitchen table drowning herself away as if we weren't right there in the room with her, Percy's emotions would spike. He tried to get passed it, as my brother would ignore her and continue looking like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. All the while I would waste no time getting up and hopping around the room, as the ground was burning lava. There simply was just no time to concern myself with the empty void that is my mother.
Percy always told me that I do what I do as a distraction for him, to pull his mind from my mother's appalling words and onto my own childish actions. He often knew things before I did, I never questioned what he told me about myself just as he never asked me when I did the same to him.
He readily listened whenever I counseled him. Whether it was about random issues or on our parent's strange beliefs, he sat there and entertained my every word like the excellent twin he is. Our parents never understood how we ended up the way we did. For years they swore we were not their children, that they were given the wrong babies at the hospital the night we were born.
I suppose I understand their concern as we were nothing alike in the slightest. My parents were annoying and dull, both had luxurious brown hair, earthly eye colors, with lousy personalities that could turn even the freshest milk sour.
And then there was Percy and I. We may be of different sex, but we were like carbon copies. The only distinctions were that my white blonde hair went down to my waist in straight, slick strands, whereas his was short and swept back over his head, emphasizing our dark roots. People always believe that we have our hair dyed due to its intense and unusual tone. Though once again we paid no attention to their words as our unique hair color was not even the strangest thing about us. But everything else, like our dark eyebrows, pale white skin, grey eyes, sharp jawlines, and slender builds were the same.
"Percy dear, are you taller than me?" I asked, my train of thought hitting a bump as I try to imagine myself standing next to my brother to map out our differences.
My arms fall to my sides as I stop spinning in circles and my eyes drop to his and away from the dark, falling sky. My bare feet spayed across the cold concrete of the street I stood on, just outside a long row of brick buildings. Percy already had his focus solely on me, as he always did, with concern flooding his pale grey eyes.
My eyes follow his hand as it goes up to pull the poisonous burning stick from his mouth. He nonchalantly drops it into a puddle forming at his boot covered feet, the embers quickly dissolving with only a small sizzle of smoke being the only remnants of its existence.
"An entire foot," He states simply, the right edge of his mouth slowly curving up into a smirk, as though we have had this conversation in the past. I don't think this has ever come up before...
I stood there for a second, the rain continuously coming down but my skin had already gone numb from the chill of it. I could hardly feel the drops as they splashed against me and absorbed into the silk of my clothing.
I could imagine Percy was upset with my soaking wet attire as the shirt was his, a white button-up with a folded down collar, the same shirt he was currently wearing under the dark cover of his chocolate brown leather jacket.
He began buying doubles of his shirts a few years back as he understood the joy it gave me to sneak his clothing out of his closet and into mine without him noticing.
I considered it a game in the morning when I got dressed. Two out of three times we would meet up in the morning wearing the same shirt, the times we didn't were mere because he had purchased new and I hadn't had the time to act on my thieving skills.
And no, I did not cheat in order to find out what he was wearing first, we were just that good. Besides he resided in the boy's dorms and I the girls ever since our move to Ronaldwood Boarding School a years ago when we were entering grade eleven. It would be quite the journey to spy on him in the mornings, though I did often wake up in that dorm. Whether it is in his bed while he took up the floor, or the two to other beds Percy had yet to find out about though I suspect he knew about one.
"Whose foot?" I respond, hobbling over to him but not close enough to be hidden from the crying sky. Where we came from it didn't often rain, so I wasted no time when it did, it was such a significant thing rain, it was so free, so peculiar. That is why Percy came out as well; he fears that I will catch a cold if I stay out too long but somehow if he's watching me I won't be just as susceptible.
I loved how strange he was. How funny we were.
"I have yet to look that up. How about we go in, and you can do it yourself?" What a trickster this boy is.
"I refuse to go in, try your luck but I know you hate when I kick and scream."
"Only because you are damn good at it, everyone has yet to prove themselves more dramatic than you," He grumbles. His voice is slowly losing the control in his mind as an idea suddenly popped into his head, "How about I call Axel down, I'm sure he would love to see you causing trouble."
Percy knows he has me with that threat, but I plan not to let him know that for as long as possible. If he is going to be so rude as to invite that bore over to my rain dancing than I was going to protest.
Huffing a breath, I drop to the ground into a criss-cross position and crossed my arms over my chest, my feet scraping against the concrete only a little bit. I could see the amusement below the surface of Percy's face, but he said nothing as his eyes found something more interesting than me. What on earth has stolen my lovely brother's attention away from me?
Then without warning the barely-there feel of raindrops vanishes from above me. Startled I scan my surrounding to see the puddles around me still padding with sprinkles, how peculiar for it to rain everywhere but on me...
With that in mind, I look up to the sky only to see a canopy of thin black fabric attached to a curved stick. How I loath umbrellas...
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