Devil & The Angel

Chapter 1: The Question

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Nothing was simple anymore, I was always an attractive child, but as I grew older, people began noticing my looks - changing as time passed. There used to be whispers and stares when I entered a room. My mother never minded because she loved to show me off; I was her trophy. Quickly, things began to escalate. We could barely walk down the street and back without being approached or even followed. Older men used to follow me the moment I was by myself to the point that my mother decided enough was enough. She couldn't bear the thought of anything ever happening to me, so she decided that I was to be home-schooled.

I had no friends nor a social life. My parents were too paranoid to let me go out by myself. The fear of being kidnapped or being used for 'scientific' research was too much for them to handle. It was all becoming too much. I was consumed with sadness for years. Finally, something changed that.It was a rather sunny day in the Van Wyck household, as most stories go. I paced my bedroom for a couple of minutes or so before plucking up the courage to ask my big question. It was a few weeks or so before the summer term ended and I had to ask this question soon. Any later I feared would be too late. I heard the loud whistle of the kettle downstairs and the faint hum of the radio. I took a quick look in the mirror and brushed the stray strands of ice blonde hair out of my face; I was ready. I made my way past the hallway and down the spiral stairs. I could smell the aroma of burnt toast lingering in the air; a familiar and comforting scent.

My father was sitting in his usual seat at the head of the table. He read the morning paper, barely looking up as he hummed along to whatever was playing on the radio.

"Good morning Dad," I said with a smile, hoping to God what I was about to say would go down well. My mum was in front of the cooker, frying bacon. The smell made my mouth begin to water.

 'Hello sweetheart, you're up early today. That's not like you.'My mum was right- I never get up early for anything. In fact, I'm not a morning person at all.

'Morning Mum. Yes, the reason that I'm up early is that I have a pretty big question to ask you and Dad.'

Dad rose his head from the newspaper, leaving one eyebrow arched. The expression he gave was a similar one that I would make; people say we're very alike. He had unusually blonde hair for a man of his age, though mum says that's what she loves about him. My hair is just like his, extremely thick and blonde.

'And what question may this be Georgie?' My dad remarked.

 My mum sat down and gave each of us a cup of Ceylon tea, "Good for the mind," She would say. 

I cleared my throat and began the speech I prepared in my head.

'Please don't be annoyed or angry, but I've been thinking a lot recently and I've realised how unhappy I've become. I really don't want to be home-schooled anymore. I want to have a normal life like other people my age. I want friends! It's not normal for a girl my age not to have any friends and I feel that I'd benefit from going to a real school.'

There was a long pause before any noise was made, the only noise being the steam from the kettle and the tick of the clock. My parents looked at each other and nodded, my dad, sighing. I knew it. I'd never been able to have a normal life, I felt the tears pricking my eyes and the lump in my throat developing.

'OK.' My parents replied in unison. I was taken aback. Suddenly all the sadness I had felt had been replaced with a feeling of euphoria.

'On one condition.' My dad said.

I nodded my head, I didn't care about any condition, I was too excited about the fact that I was going to go to a real school.

'The condition is that you wear a cover up, a disguise of some sort. You're not going to any school looking the way you do. You would receive too much attention, wanted and unwanted. We're not trying to be difficult, we are doing this for your own safety. Do you understand?'

I nodded my head slowly in agreement, my life was about to change. Things were looking up for me.

There were two weeks left of summer before I enrolled into my new school. The excitement was penetrating. The past few days I've been getting a strange feeling in my stomach, I've been unsure of what it was. I think it's nerves. The waiting felt like forever. Tomorrow morning, I go clothes shopping with my mum for my new 'disguise'. The thought of not really being me puts a slight downside on the whole situation because I don't see what is wrong with me. The only thing I can think of is that my looks are rather intense, maybe some people would find me overpowering? My hair is icy in colour, with hints of silvery golden blonde tones. The hair itself resembles a lion's mane as it is so thick, breaking multiple hair brushes over the years. My mum says I have cat's eyes, not sure whether that's a compliment or a way of insulting me. Either way, they are glowing emerald green. They have a glimmer to them that I can't quite work out. I'm also told my skin resembles a porcelain doll but more tanned in colour.