I am a girl. And I lie. A lot.
I lie about who I am, I lie about what I am. I lie about how old I am. These lies aren't the worst. My collection is as vast as Paris Hilton's shoe closet. Assuming she has billions of shoes. All of my lies center around one thing, one society, one cult. The Fionas.
That's right, I'm a Fiona. Believe it or not, we're everywhere. We make bad things happen. We don't even mean to! It's an accident of birth, an accident of being named a Fiona. Fionas are a very small group of girls, ages ranging from 11 to 24. Why does it stop at 24? We don't know. We know that we never die. Nothing kills us. Ever. But our destructiveness ends on our 24th birthday. When most girls start their periods at age 11, we start the destruction era of our lives. The day I turned 11, a plane crashed in Saudi Arabia, killing everyone on board. The simple act of blowing out the candles on a birthday cake causes death for the Fionas.
How do you become a Fiona? It's simple. When you're born, your mother usually can't let go of you. Fionas are created when a mother drops her child before she leaves the hospital. Maybe we cause destruction as an act of revenge on our mothers? None of us know for sure. We don't know why we become a Fiona when we're dropped. It just... happens.
All we know is, we are the worst this world has to offer. We are the crumpled up paper in the big city alleyway- unwanted and useless. Venom runs through our veins. We are Fionas.
No two Fionas have ever met. We just never come across each other.
But on April 3rd, it finally happened. I was walking to my voice lesson on 5th Avenue. And suddenly, I'm on the sidewalk, staring up at the smog that surrounds New York City. I slowly grow concious of a pain in the back of my head and on my right arm. I sit up, and look around. Just a few steps from me, a blonde girl, around my age maybe, groans and rolls onto her left side. Books litter the ground. Some of the books are bright red and wet looking. Then it slowly dawns on me. Blood. The first thing I do is help her into a sitting position and take off my jacket to wrap around her arm. Then I call for an ambulance.
We both get strapped down and taken to the hospital, because apparently my head and arm were bleeding as well. I don't talk on the ride there, but the blonde girl keeps shouting for her books. "I need those books back!" she yells. I wonder what's in those books that she needs. But soon enough, we're at the hospital, being rolled off different ways for our surgeries.
The next thing I know, I'm looking at a rough looking tan wall with some type of shape on them... dolphins maybe. The dolphins are suddenly jumping! They're performing an aerobics show, just for me! But then someone gets in the way of the dolphins. "Move out of the way!" I say. "I want to watch the finale!" Now the person is looking at me. I recognize him... who is he? I think for a moment, then remember. He's Andrew Zempke, a guy in my class!
He looks at me funny for a minute, then says to noone in particular, "Awake but still dazed from morphine. Reflexes good," he lifts my wrist, holds it for a second, then drops it again. "heart rate normal." Then he walks away from me, but now the dolphins are done with their performance and are just lined up in rows on the wall. Come to think of it, they just look like dots now. I hear Andrew talking more. I roll over and see his back. He's checking the other patient I'm sharing this room with. I don't know who it is, all I can see is a lot of blonde hair. Then I remember what happened earlier today. Or was it yesterday?
Immediately, I sit up and say "Oh my gosh! Is she okay?!" Andrew turns around, surprised to hear me talk. He assures me she's fine. He leaves the room. And then? The blonde girl sits up, as if she's just been taking a nap.
"Hi, I'm Barbie" which I automatically think is totally typical, with the blonde hair and tan skin and blue eyes. "I can't believe this!"
"Me either. I don't even know what happened." the shock of meeting Barbie is still fresh in my mind, so I speak slowly. I probably sound illiterate.
"Wait. You mean... you don't know?" She got a worried look on her face. Then she explained the Fionas to me. What happened to us has never happened before. No two Fionas have ever met. When we met, the venom in our veins sensed another Fiona near and tried to completely shut down our bodies. We both fainted and accidentally injured ourselves. And now that we've met? We have the power to do something big.
