After an hour of organizing she finally finished and was ready to meet her fellow "extraordinarians". She silently closed the door behind her and almost tiptoed to the glass windows that covered most of the walls. In this floor was a small kitchen and a seating room. Also the five rooms that the "extraordinarians" rested in. Everything was in the color of pure white and the green from the potted plants was what gave color to this place. Just when she was about to sit in one of the chairs, one man appeared before her. He had cotton candy pink hair and it was all up in multiple short pig tails all around his head. His skin was the color of mocha coffee and he was pretty slim. "Hello, I am Sebastian and I am the queen of this place." He introduced charismatically. His sharp accent demonstrating how he is latino. His voice was very high-pitched and playful, very similar to a child's voice. "Nice to meet you, Sebastian. I'm Maribel." She murmured, bowing her head in respect. "My name is Sebastian, too." Informed a man she had not yet seen. He started to appear from behind the kitchen wall. He looked like the other Sebastian. With the same hairstyle! Suddenly, the first Sebastian started singing something in Spanish. Luckily, Maribel got to learn Spanish around first grade. He sang: "No, no, no, no. They're not the same. My name is Sebastian Gonzales, so do not compare them." He sassily turned his face away from the other Sebastian and crossed his arms. His lips puckered up with sass. "What do you mean?" She asked. "He's my brother but since we fight all the time he changed his last name to Gonzales. My full name, so we won't get confused when you call us, is: Sebastian Hernandez." He explained, almost forcefully. He talked very dragged, as if he didn't want to speak. But it was easy to tell them apart even though they had the same haircut. Hernandez had darker skin and his face is sort of squared. While Gonzales' skin was lighter and his personality is way brighter than Hernandez. "May I ask: why are your hairs like that?" She inquired curiously. "Well, Twin Day was around the corner the year this happened so, our mom decided to do this to us." Explained Hernandez.
They showed her around the cabin her father loves with much patience. The first floor has the cozy living room, two bathrooms, and a colorful entertainment room for whenever they feel bored. On the second floor are the bedrooms (which some of them are shared, i.e: the Sebastian Brothers), the kitchen with the dining room, and a small seating room to stare out the humongous windows. "So what'd you think? Precious, ain't it?" Gonzales cooed with his intertwined hands holding up his cheek. "It's nice." She responded with a smile. In front of her were the Sebastian Brothers and behind her was the rest of the house; blind to whatever was behind her back. Gonzales started glaring up and down with his signature sassy puckered lips at something that apparently was on the ground. Maribel turned around to look at it. It was a slim, tall man that was sparkling… like glitter. "Who's that?" She asked, still staring at the extravagant man. "Oh, him? That's Glitterman. Also named Sebastian." Gonzales explained to Maribel as he still glared at the man. "We never hang out with him." Joined Hernandez. "Are you all speaking about me?" His voice was so soothing and beautiful; it was so calm and peaceful it lured her into interest. "Not everythin' is 'bout you, Glitterman." Suddenly, Gonzales started cussing incoherently in his native tongue while making many different hand gestures. "You're all talking about how much you exclude me. Am I wrong?" He kept talking; insisting that it was him they spoke and blabbered about. He cooly held his bended knee and kept staring at them with his head slightly tilted, waiting for one of the Sebastians to answer or even the new girl he had never seen around. "Yeah, we are and so what?" Boomed Hernandez, as if he was trying to mark his territory. His skin started gleaming a bright silver in some sort of pattern until it became bluer than it already was. "You don't have to yell at him!" The Sebastian Brothers stopped arguing for a moment and stared at Maribel. "Oh, you're on his side now? You don't know him, Clarabel." Retorted Gonzales. "My name is Maribel. And I think he doesn't deserve to be treated that way."
"Fine." The brothers said in unison. She slowly approached the sparkling man, silently appreciating how inhuman he seemed. She kneeled close to him, slowly driving her hand over his farthest shoulder, wrapping her arm like a flowery vine over them. "My glitter might hurt you." He whispered, hesitantly grabbing her hand to move it away, but she refused. Even though the glitter pricked her skin, she made the biggest effort possible to console him; to sparkle away that morbid blue and make him shine a silvery yellow. "Thank you." His whisper swayed towards her ears. "What's your name?" He asked, his words still leaving in the form of a peaceful whisper. "Maribel Brooks. And yours?" The young one answered with her arm still stuck on his stabbing shoulders. "Well, my name is Sebastian, but I'm better known as Glitterman!" He chimed, turning towards her direction. She yelped and held tight of her arm. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Let me help you!" He trembled, quickly taking hold of her arm. But that only made the glitter on his hands stab into her arm again. He apologized once more and shockingly pulled away his hands. "Just get away from her, man!" Yelled Hernandez. "Are you alright, Maribel?" He quaked lowly, his face mere centimeters away from hers. "I said: get away!" Bellowed Sebastian again. Glitterman flinched and waited for her answer before leaving. She looked at his eyes which sparkled brighter than his skin and quickly gave him a repeated nod. As soon as he received the answer he awaited, he straightened himself up and vacated the room with his skin looking like the shore of a beach; clear and bright, but still blue. He legged up to the frosted door of the entertainment room and gently went inside. Next to him was the bright view that streaked through the window. He cocked his head towards it and tightly clenched his hands over the back of the living chair that faced the window. His grip became stronger on the seat and sudden noises of tears where starting to echo in the room. His fingers dug into the seat and crumbles of puffy cotton began to fall off the back of the seat and onto the purely white carpeted floor. The glitter that was incrusted in his hands started to scarcely fall off, but the glitter peaked out of his skin again instantly. The sparkling figure stared at his right hand as he placed it inside a strong beam of light that shot through the glass. He watched as his hand became brighter than the golden ray of light that peaked through the french-styled window and a melancholic thought crossed his loving mind: "Why must I hurt people this way?"
