REVERA

Chapter 2- Zemira

The Zemira in my mind is somewhat a cross between Vanessa Hudgens and Danielle Campbell and Reign is a cross between Francisco Lachowski and this other random guy who's really popular on Pinterest. He's awesome.    

Also, please do read this again. There's one detail that I forgot to  add on. *Smiles cryptically*

I get up off the bed, finally having enough of the disturbing thoughts whirling around in my head. How unfair my life is, the life that I'm constantly denied, the same old crap. 

It's my best friend's birthday, and I should be excited, not sulking. I am happy, Caristania means everything to me, being the only bright thing in my life. I love her more than anyone. But there's that ever-lingering pain beneath it all. The fact that even though she's ordinary, she has a life better than mine will ever be.

I shower quickly and throw something on and slip into my shiny gladiators. I grab my bag off my desk, making sure that Carrie's gift is inside. Whipping a comb out of the front pocket, I run it through my long wavy hair and glance at my mirror for a second before running out the door, ignoring my father's annoying plea to be careful and be wary at all times.

Put an end to these stupid, useless thoughts, I tell myself as I cross the perfectly manicured lawn lining the drive. You don't need to ruin someone's special day just because of your inconsequential problems.

But I can't.

She has everything. She's beautiful, her gold hair and blue eyes something out of a movie or a song or a book. Tall, with a perfect, slender figure. She's also got the popularity. Every girl and guy in our school wants to be her best friend, or lover or have her talk to them, even just once, though she has eyes for only one person. Not to mention her killer attitude, which seems to lure people closer to her rather than away. She rarely lowers her attitude, if ever. That too, only with her parents, and me.

I, on the other hand, have nondescript black hair and brown eyes. I'm what some people would call curvy. I'm an inch shorter than Carrie, but it still makes me look... small. I have a lot of friends too, but none of them ever long to be close to me, except Rei, of course. I've been somebody's crush a few times, but not for long. My attitude and cunning can probably rival Carrie's, but I have to keep that in check. I could get into trouble.

If anyone knew how I felt, they'd probably ask me why I was sad about this. I was her best friend after all. Carrie Funar's best friend, somewhere people yearned to be.

But no one knows.

No one will ever know that I am devastated because no matter how hard I try to break the spell over this world, my world, it does not budge. I am stuck. And if I ever learn to come to terms with it, I have something else to deal with. My life here is nothing like I want it to be. I know that I am superior to everyone here, but I can't use my most precious possession. Which makes me ordinary. Compared to her, I am nothing. She may not have anything that even compares to what I have, but she has a perfect life.

I may be gifted, but my life is a series of restrictions, warnings, and looking over my shoulder all the time. They may come any time after all. That is why I have to mask how I speak. That is why I have to mask the colour of my gaze. That is why I have to suffer this hell.

These are the thoughts that pass through my head every single day as I walk to the park where Carrie and I meet every day to walk to school. It's high time I start thinking about something happy instead of this absolutely depressing crap.

I think the only real reason she attends school is to see the Guy. She's even put off college, but I don't think it's for this reason. I giggle as I think about the nickname that we've given to Carrie's crush and my other best friend Reign. She's been in love with him since she was eleven, and no matter how much I try to tell her that he so obviously loves her back, she doesn't listen. She doesn't want to get her hopes up, so she keeps up the cool and unfeeling act, flirting with him constantly and smiling at him when he isn't looking. Why wouldn't he love her back? She's everything anybody could ever want, I muse, this time with excitement, for I see Carrie standing at the entrance as I approach the park, scrolling through her phone.